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[26 Jun 2005|05:26pm] |
The night before his little appointment with Aranwe, Legolas seeks out Angelleth.
"Hello. I wanted to say goodby-- I mean, I wanted to speak to you about something. Mainly I just wanted to say that I do not believe that rumour about you and Lord Aranwe, and that I think his discourtesy in spreading such vile lies, heedless of the consequences for you--or his beautiful wife--is just... it is how I imagine Morgoth himself to have acted around the Valar, before he left! Anyway this is why I have no regrets. And I wanted to borrow a handkerchief or something of yours."
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| I am back!!! |
[24 Jul 2004|12:58pm] |
It is a good thing that I like trees as I do not think I would have been able to survive all those months of tree-planting otherwise. As it is, I think my feelings towards the things have faded somewhat. Now that I am back, I am starting to regret buying so many things decorated with a tree motif over the years. I suppose all those paintings of forest scenes are all right, but I really want to get rid of some of the pine-patterned underwear.
I suppose I should be grateful for the draught for cutting my punishment short like that, but the city looks and sounds so strange without the fountains, and anyway I quite wanted to go swimming. I will have to think of another way to entertain myself. I have a few ideas: I am an adult now, after all! I wonder how one goes about getting invited to one of those Fountain parties where hardly anyone wears any clothes at all? (Hmm. Really must buy new underwear!)
I am grateful that Narminco is away at the gate—apologizing to him is going to be quite a drag. But now I am rather bored! I think I will go seek out Ilverin, and see if he’s matured as much as I have.
( OOC )
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| Morning after the party |
[01 Oct 2003|05:10pm] |
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Well, this is a nice way to start the day, having to meet him.Self-centred jerk. Can't even learn a lesson in humility from his experiences. -_-
And this, especially after yesterday's harrowing events. I mean, I love parties, and all those presents were wonderful! I do feel loved. :)
It's just that I'm hungover from the whole mine experience. My hand has healed (well, okay, I don't think it was as bad as I thought), but there are ghastly rings around my eyes, and my head is throbbing far too loudly (is that even possible?)
Meleth didn't come yesterday, though, and I'm sure it's because of Narminco. He's obviously a bad influence on her- I'd better deal with this issue before it gets carried away.
And tell him to stop being so full of himself, while I'm at it...
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[22 Sep 2003|08:27pm] |
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I haven't felt this exhausted in a long time. It's strange, I usually sleep little, but even after resting for so long, I feel... achy.
We're going back, are we?
I suspect that deep in my heart, the reason I left in the first place was for my father to come save me from the mines.
Heh. No, not really. But it was a cry for help, obviously.
I've had time enough to think that I'm starting to analyze myself? Ai.
Of course my plan had to backfire... I sense people are... irritated at me...
I wonder what happened in the City when I left?
I shall have to ask the flowers, once we leave this place then...
Though I must confess, this place has grown on me. I'll have to return, one day...
Maeglin isn't exactly the best company I've had, but he's not so bad I guess.
I think I'll just close my eyes now...
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| Where Now? |
[11 Sep 2003|01:09pm] |
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I'm really not too sure where I'm running. Ah well. It's fun to run anyway, to feel the wind whip against your face (if you're running fast enough), to see the trees fly by and all that.
I suppose I should go somewhere where I can't be found easily... it would defeat the purpose, if not... which means away from the flowers and all that. They really can't be trusted, you know, even if I make them promise not to tell Galdor about my whereabouts, they'll tell him anyway. -_-
Is it just me or is Gondolin overflowing with flora?
But hmm... the mines. I could go there. No one would think of looking for me there, and I can have some time to just sit down and think. Makes perfect sense really...
I'm off to the Anghabar then!
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[09 Sep 2003|06:54pm] |
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Have you ever felt so alone, that you wanted someone to hold you?
How often I've wanted that, wanted a mother to hold me while she sang me to sleep, protecting me and all that.
And how often I have wanted friendship. Meleth claimed to be my friend, but I hear she has been consorting with Narminco. And I am ashamed to admit it, but I am feeling somewhat petty that she could not send me good wishes on this good day.
Or Ilverin, even. I haven't seen him for long... is he ignoring me? I cannot help but feel that. But I have done nothing to wrong him!
It seems everybody is ignoring me, they have their own lives to bother about, anyway.
I refuse to shed tears over it. It is not a manly thing to do, after all. And I bet my father would disapprove. My real father, if he was alive.
I wish he was. And my mother too. Then everything would be alright.
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[04 Sep 2003|03:56pm] |
I have a gift.
I rejoice.
:D
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| Musings |
[01 Sep 2003|09:55am] |
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Make no mistake, I would dearly like to be employed into Lord Ecthelion's service as his esquire... well, I would rather be with Lord Glorfindel, as I am... closer to him, but in any case, this is the break I have been waiting for. I oft wonder if I am doomed to being an errand boy all my life...
Well, they have probably not even considered me, but I'm sure Lord Glorfindel will give me a recommendation? (*crosses fingers*)
But damn that Narminco if he fights for his position (making an utter fool out himself, I hope).
I don't really dislike him that much.
No wait, I do... there's just this feeling I have about him... he's got that hungry look on his thin face. Such men are dangerous, they think too much...*
Am I truly saying this? Ai, I am being paranoid. Irritable, rather. Well, I have a right to be.
Today... it the anniversary of when I was first conceived...
I suppose since my parents are not here, it should not matter.
But shouldn't it? I could not help but hope that FatherGaldor would remember when I greeted him in the morn, but he barely gave me a glance.
Hai. I suppose I should just forget about it, I don't think I'm worth the fuss of remembering such a thing.
(pause)
What's this?
Hmmmm... if I cannot be an esquire, I suppose a career in singing would work just as well... I must think about this, though.
OOC: *Quote from Julius Caesar.
And also, Legolas has his conception day wrong. Just thought I would make this post in honour of my own day, hope no one minds... it just seemed right. ;)
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| They're coming. *more fretting* |
[16 Jul 2003|05:54pm] |
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So I ran back to the Tower. It's no mean feat, let me tell you, to beat grown elves over such a distance, but I can safely say I've had enough practice.
The King is... well, he seems pretty calm. Completely opposite from how I am feeling of course. My eyes can see afar Celebrimbor and Rog midst the chaos-
Speaking of which, I want to ask Him about it. I mean, I suppose I can see why he does not go out in the open, but really. When your people are suffering, how can you stand and watch idly?
Of course I have no courage to say this out loud so I will just shut up now.
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[14 Jul 2003|04:09pm] |
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Valar!
Rog is taking Celebrimbor to see the King soon- they're getting ready for it now, in fact-! Argh, why did I forget about this little fact when speaking to the King- why, why?!
Do I try to stop them? Do I run up to the Tower to warn them?
Wait- this is the King, after all. He's wise. He knows what he's doing. I hope.
*frets*
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| Ai, ai, ai. |
[14 Jul 2003|04:01pm] |
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On my way to the Tower of the King, I heard a rumour about Maeglin and Ecthelion. You do not want to know what about.
*whimpers*
I suppose I should have taken it as a sign. An omen.
When I arrived at the Tower, I spoke to the head Guard about Celebrimbor. I asked to be let in to see the King, in a moment of utter impulsiveness (and audacity) and he did not wish me to- but then...
The King had heard about Celebrimbor, it seems, and seen my running up to the Tower. He asked to send me in, and...
Hai.
Rumours are supposed to be untrue. Especially if I was the one who fed it to the dandelions (they'll believe anything)... Ilverin made me, I swear- but that is not the point.
I suspect that I have Seeing abilities. Failing that, I have just made a prophetic predication.
I should stop rambling now. But rambling is the only way I will not blurt out the truth- and the "King" swore me to secrecy.
*gulps*
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[14 Jul 2003|03:31pm] |
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Ai.
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[13 Jul 2003|07:47pm] |
My trip down South made me learn many things... it made me realise that I needed to accept that Galdor is my father now...
And for a while, I was willing.
But he does not make it easy for me... I do not understand. Why did he choose to adopt me, if he was only going to ignore me? Unless... he did it because he felt it was his... duty to my father?
If only there was someone here I could speak to. But would anyone understand?
Would anyone even try?
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| I'm back from the South! |
[12 Jul 2003|10:24am] |
And what a trip it has been, filled with such a grand share of ups and downs, strange dreams not withstanding.
I do hope I have another chance to go abroad from Gondolin... I never realised what a grand world it was outside our city. Of course, when I set my eyes upon the gates of Gondolin, I remembered why I love Gondolin so much in the first place.
I do realise I'm being contradictory here.
The highlight, I think, was being able to meet different people from outside Gondolin. Our people, though they differ so...
But... we met this strange character on our return journey... Celebrimbor, he calls himself. Quite an eccentric person, and not only because he was living in the wild for a number of years. But he is a Noldor! One of my father's people, except... this one is of the House of Feanor. He mentioned his relation to Feanor, though I could not catch it, his voice is coarse and his words are often difficult to decipher.
Glorfindel says we will have to present him to the King. How does that work, though? It's an exciting enough proposition in itself, however...
Though the trees tell me that the King is dead.
No comment.
However, I am sure they have told my father also (of course). I suppose I should see him about this then. I have to explain Celebrimbor's presence (I brought him into our home). Not that Father will notice an emiacted elf staring blanky into space in our house. Galdor is quite thick-skinned in that aspect.
Nonetheless, I do feel guilty about not bidding him farewell before leaving... might as well present myself now. And drop a hint about my begetting anniversary. I wonder if he remembered? It's so like him not to.
Rog might be with him, though. I wonder if Rog knows who Celebrimbor is?
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| Legolas walks the abstract path of dreams... |
[01 Jul 2003|05:48pm] |
There is no greater beauty in this world than that of Gondolin in the evening, when Anar fades from the sky, colouring it a magnificent blend of red and orange... none can resist the lure of halting in their task, to but give the sight a few minutes of their time... and they do not regret.
Outside a house by the trees, there is a little boy. Even as he plays with his wood-crafted animals, his dark hair shines lustrously in the bright brilliance of the sun, and its' light shines in his face, and he looks up fleetingly, an almost innocent expression lighting up his face.
He runs, runs to the steps of his home, into the house, where he knows that he is being waited for... by the window, the window that looks West, that is where his presence is awaited...
There they await him, the woman with the kind eyes, a smile playing on her lips as she stands, her arms around a man. He too watches, as the magnificent rays of light define his features sharply, almost eerily reminiscently of a similar scene in the fair city of Tirion, the city beyond his reach, which was once too ridden by the fiery light.
The little boy expects to see them, as he runs, and though the image of their fair faces does not come to his mind, it is their memory that spurs him, and he runs, he runs...
The window seems to come closer... but why is it so far away? The details are blurred, naught can be seen but the brilliant radiance...
Finally, he is there, in the room with the window. But he stops. He sees the woman...
...but she has no face.
He hears a voice, the voice is melodic, it is sweet, it is enchanting...
It speaks only lies...?
He moves backwards, but stumbles, and falls. His gaze shifts inevitably to the man, but he too, has no face.
Or does he?
The boy blinks. Once. Twice. Thrice.
There is a face now. But what does the little boy see?
A face that is weary. One that has gone through the tribulations of life, and is wiser for it.
His arms, are they wide in welcome?
His face has a green sheen...
This is Galdor. This is not the man the little boy expects to see standing by the window to the West... for Galdor is not his father.
Or is he?
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| Legolas goes South... |
[26 Jun 2003|05:45pm] |
It is lovely to get some fresh air!
Truly, this will not be my last trip out of Gondolin, if I have any say in it.
The plains were beautiful... seemingly never ending, though my eyes could see the grand mountains beyond.
Oh, the mountains! They are breathtaking. We have barely started on them, having only just reached the border of the plains, but truly, this is a most destressing endevour.
I could almot forget about my not bidding farewell to Father... ah well. I will probably feel guilty about it later.
Still... there a nagging voice deep inside my heart. It is soft... but persistent. I feel almost treachorous for my treatment to him. He is my own kin after all... though not by blood.
And... trivial as it may seem, I do not think I packed enough chocolate. I packed a lot, but while we were moving across my plains, I could not help myself... I kept eating and eating...
I knew I should ration my supplies, but the lure of those delicious pieces of candy, it was too much... now I have less than half my stock remaining.
It will not last the rest of the journey, much less the return trip.
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*gulps*
I do hope Glorfindel has brought some of his delicious milk chocolate...
I must concentrate on this lovely view, to keep my mind of things...
( OOC- regarding 'the Band' )
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[20 Jun 2003|03:02pm] |
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| Reflections |
[18 Jun 2003|05:11pm] |
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Soon, I'll be leaving for the South with Lord Glorfindel. My things are ready, I only wait for the others. I know I should be excited... but somehow, I just feel slightly drained. Or... unfulfilled. :(
Should I say goodbye to Father? I know I should, but I can't quite bring myself to. I don't know.
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| Harrumph. |
[17 Jun 2003|12:53pm] |
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Well, Father has no objections to my going South with Lord Glorfindel. Still, I wish he had shown some form of resistance to it. Really. It's times like these when I missed my mother. At least she cared.
I suppose I should stop my whining and look for Lord Glorfindel. Maybe I'll even catch Ilverin on the way.
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[06 Jun 2003|06:05pm] |
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I get cranky when I do not have my daily dose of chocolate.
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I really did not mean to snap at Father.
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