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The city's in snow. There's going to be a wedding. And the wind....I don't have much to say about them, but the weather makes me feel guilty, partly because I always feel so helpless. Though I pity the poor flowers and the more delicate trees..pity is the extent of my abilities. Well, perhas, that, and preying to the Valar. There seems to be a lot of affairs that should be taken care of, if I only know what..
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[30 Jan 2004|05:12pm] |
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I would not say it displeased me that Maeglin got what he deserved. His O MOST PITIFUL plight is still nothing compared to the land he ravaged for years to come.
The ents have been holding back for too long. At least, Gondolin shall be safe from them for a long while now Maeglin has hopefully learnt his lesson. His cuts and bruises will heal very soon.
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[14 Jan 2004|08:11pm] |
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HOW DARE HE!
How dare he, to step into the forest and so briskly, so matter-of-infactedly, CHOP down those who are older than him? The air is filled with their cries. How dare THEY! Gondolindrim and proper Noldor submit to his SENSELESS SENSELESS destruction? Have they no respect any more?
I received Mallorn's note too late. Yet, even so, I did not expect that it was mere courtesy, that my permission was not needed by Maeglin of the Mole. He applied to me for the order, and as much as I dislike the thought, I would have filled it, me being a subject of our lord. There would be sadness, but it would be noble. However, Maeglin is NOT my lord. There's NO reason (except the worst ones) that he would bypass ME to commit such an atrocity.
And now it is too late. I grieve, but it is too late. The rape of the forest MUST be vindicated. The slight against my lordship, and hence the king's judgement simply cannot be considered a light matter.
The KING, must hear of it.
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[06 Sep 2003|12:48am] |
My friend, Enerdhil Rog, has impeccable timing.
Phew.
After all, my son is growing up, and there are matters which is better learned in his own style and time.
Legolas party should be everything he wants, I have been neglectin the poor boy for a while now. As it must certainly be neglect, judging by the way he greeted me this morning.
And here I was, thinking that I was giving him freedom....
The Elessar I have safely kept in my pocket, and oddly enough, every single fiber of my being feels as if they are being restrung...
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[03 Sep 2003|10:39pm] |
I'm not sure what time it was when I got up and dressed, rather blindly, considering that either Rog or someone had been kind enough to lay my clothes out for me.
It is not until I was in the corridor that my reticent squire suddenly appeared and formally and quietly informed me that I should change into a high-collared shirt, to which I disagreed as the day was quite warm. Being rather forcefully steered toward a mirror, it came to my attention that there small red marks along my neck and some parts of my jaw.
He also informed me that it is Legolas's begetting day.
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[02 Sep 2003|03:06pm] |
I see the Elessar. I feel the Elessar, and knew it as everything that I have consciously and unconsciously mourned for these last years.
But I see Rog, standing close as he always does after sharing the wonders of a particular creation, and I worry.
He is the same, the same voice, the same voice, the same arms, the same shoulders.
Or so I try to convince myself.
Perhaps he did not eat, and it always changes his temper when he goes hungry, as he often did while laboring in his smithery.
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[24 Aug 2003|09:36pm] |
I tumbled home, somewhat pleased that events ended well as they did and I did not embarass myself too horribly.
Glorfindel is truly a rare flower among friends, and nothing happened that I would regret.
But I am sleepy, goodnight, dear Gondolin.
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[21 Aug 2003|02:42pm] |
Glorfindel's skin feel like flower petals, delightfully soft, and the entirety of him, or perhaps it's the room...
I feel like I'm forgetting something, but his kisses and his caresses has the might of his swordsmanship within them, it drives all other thoughts away.
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[19 Aug 2003|09:45pm] |
I am going to live to regret this, I know it.
However, I know a place, no one will find me there.
Better this than others.
My poor squire, he followed without an invitation, he turned his back on us moments ago.
Beloved indeed, even if I do not know him, I think I can love Glorfindel for his kisses alone.
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[19 Aug 2003|05:07pm] |
I think I'm walking on a cloud, then leaning on it.
Hovering on the edge of consciousness indeed, yet there's a bridge there that prevents me from falling.
Glorfindel appears like a flower tonight, all decked out in his golden clothes.
It is very cold on the balcony. Wine and chocolate warm a body, true, but it only means that the contrast of temperature is more strongly felt.
I really should not kiss him, as he is Ecthelion's, but really, I cannot ask anyone else. Glorfindel and Ecthelion are known to be free with their kisses. And perhaps, some part of me wants to seek proof of sorts while another, ah yes, naked skin feels very nice against my own.
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[19 Aug 2003|02:13am] |
My friend's startles me.
I know he's trying to hide it, but he's been staring at me for a good portion of the party, even blushing as I meet his gaze. Of course, Rog's blushing is almost legendary, endearing, as I once said. Still, I wish to know why he's blushing.
After our earliar fiasco, and my ridiculous display of temper, a strange mood has overtaken me. Hair and dress restored, Ecthelion's house and garden decorated at its best, and all our friends there, and Legolas, too: I suspect I should be happier than I am.
Even chocolate, and Salgant's wine do not help, though I thought their eclectic tastes rather complementing to each other. More rumors, more gossip, jokes, and glitter of words...the occassional hush over Anghabar beasts, broken by the Fountain and Flower lord's silver laughter...I'm feeling rather dazed actually.
Rog has lowered his head again when I looked at him. I wonder what troubles him..
*Galdor absently strokes Rog's hair and lays a hand between Rog's shoulder blades*
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[15 Aug 2003|09:26am] |
I think I'm going out looking for my son. Still, perhaps I should just leave him alone like Rog says, but between you and me, my mind, Rogion and Rog's relationship is not in the most amiable terms neither.
That chocolate thing does wonders for one's temperament, no wonder he's always chewing on it. What sort of bad father I must be if my son acquired, not naturally, a sweet tooth!
It now seems crucial that I bring my boy to the party.
Changeable perhaps, but Rog would understand...I hope...
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[15 Aug 2003|09:19am] |
If I didn't know better, I would suspect my friend to be embarassed about relieving me of my clothes.
Really, it is not as if he hasn't seen me relieved of all my clothes on my many occasions, and he's certainly no blushing maiden, well, not maiden at least. Rog's tendency to blush left him quite endearing in many hearts despite his volatile temper.
Distractions, distractions...
Confound it! Where are you, Legolas!?
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[15 Aug 2003|01:38am] |
I really do wish to attend dinner at Ecthelion's house, but my mood is...oddly dissimilar.
Perhaps the lack of presence of a son ungrounded me, so that my presence of mind fled..floating even as one of the dandelions that seemed to become more malicious gossipers as the years go by.
I want wine.
Rog's lips tastes of cool water and naught else.
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[14 Aug 2003|09:38pm] |
Galdor stands in the middle of the room, impeccably dressed for dinner at Ecthelion's, his expression not quite matching his attire.
A puddle of brownish substance lay on a table nearby, and as the waning sun struck it, it began to run. Galdor sniffs, and caught a whiff of chocolate. Chocolate? Leaving unattended? Melting? He furrows his brow and remembers Legolas, his son...At the thought, he sighs, suddenly remembering that he had not yet the chance to speak with Legolas before his trip South though he meant to, and afterwards..with the miners, the Feanorian, the Anghabar strangeness...Legolas seems to have curiously vanished out of his life after years darting to and fro before his eyes.
With a determined steps, he walked toward Legolas's chambers and knocks. The night had not yet settled, and Lord Galdor desires that his son to accompany him tonight to the House of the Fountain Lord.
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[11 Aug 2003|07:27pm] |
I am so tired, and yet I can't sleep outside.
The grass is chattering, as usual, but the buzz is greater than normal.
Something happened, but argh, I've had my fill of rumors and my muscles are crying.
Now I just want to sleep.
I think I might have to pass on Ecthelion's drinking invitation...
Rog had been disturbing me with strange looks at my direction, I asked him what's wrong, but he doesn't say. Strange sort, these smiths.
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[06 Aug 2003|11:18pm] |
I knew it, but I could no more warn the others than I could hope to kill the beast myself.
Perhaps it's a fool's quest that I sought out the beast by myself though I would argue, that merely, I was seeking for intelligence from the plants the live nearby the mines. They know it of course, yet all were strangely reticent about the matter. Whether it is because of some arcane deal with the thing, or another relationship that I am not aware of that somehow prove vital for some's survival....
The trees, however, they hold no quelms as they told me of its lair, its terrible habits of gnawing at stuff, and violent tempers but despite the slow warning by an old tree concerning its attack methods, I could not stay. Even from afar off, I could hear the mosses on the rocks echoing the sounds below.
I could not stay to hear the warnings.
So now I pray that Duilin's advice proved true, and Ecthelion, my dear friend, would be all right. My hands were slightly unsteady as I released the arrow, but I hope, I really hope that the small error is imperceptible...
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[21 Jul 2003|01:54pm] |
I should pack and leave to seek the words of the ancient tree by the mines.
But the journey is long, and frankly, I do not think I can spare the time..
It would not do for me to leave so sudden like this, with nary a word to my friends or Legolas, whom I seem to be shamefully neglecting these days.
Ack. For everything so calm bestirred to such a great degree within a few weeks. I am out of ideas.
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[19 Jul 2003|12:25am] |
I chased the winds today, and found what I sought.
News from the King's Chambers are troubling. He told the Feanorian, but he did not tell us. I await an answer. Nonetheless, I am agrieved.
King Turgon was a wise king, and ruled justly as far as I recall. I do not begrudge Argon of his title, nor of his mask. Indeed, I heartily approve it as I fear the consequences of such a revelation. Yet, I worry still for Gondolin, what business had Celebrimbor have to do with the Argon that he would be as an old friend to him, and dismiss his lords in so abrupt a manner?
Spying is not a virtue. But old habits do not die. Long have I served as ears in the forest during campaign, and even peace has not calmed me. Tumladan is not so well-protected that discord within our own could not rip us apart.
Perhaps I should speak with Rog, but I warned him, and by my count, his awe for the scion of Feanor should distract him from asking potentially embarassing questions. After all, it is an embarassment if we called Argon, Turon all this time and thought naught wrong with it.
I, myself, I employed myself better. I learnt what I wished, and that is enough. The Courts of Tirion held little attraction for me, and so does the Court of Gondolin.
Instead, I visited the House of Healing today, distributing what lore and herbs I have with me to aid recovery. Thankfully, things to be going well, though within a room that Serwen mentions with a hushed voice, lay Ecthelion's squire, silent and pale, and I'm afraid, immobile. I did what I could. His flesh should heal- it will take long, but it will. His mind, however, a long time without air....Perhaps he will come back..he is so young...
On my way back home, I passed young plant, growing in the terrace outside my gardens. As I had not noticed it before, my mind being so heavy, I apologized and welcomed it. In return, it informed me that his sire, an old tree with deep roots, are sensing something disturbing, and wondering if I could take a look for it. It was near the mines, he said.
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[30 Jun 2003|04:27pm] |
It is terrible, and I simply will not believe it.
Surely that cannot be true. O, what would not I give for a confidante. Yet I simply cannot burden anyone else with this news. It is too outrageous for belief.
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