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Thursday, November 25th, 2004
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12:15 pm - *spam*
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| Monday, November 15th, 2004
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1:38 am - This is the way our story begins.
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| Sunday, December 21st, 2003
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6:27 pm
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My claustrophobia is beginning to ease, though I still find it strange to be so surrounded by tree or rock. My nerves have eased somewhat too, though I admit this is more because I have not yet encountered Thranduil save at a distance than because I have found some reserve of confidence.
The people are friendly enough, which is a pleasant surprise. They have not yet heard my stories, though some know who I am. I'm tempted to introduce myself as "Glorfindel--not that Glorfindel," merely to keep them from asking. But then, I reflect...
They know what it is to fear. Even on this occasion of joy one can tell, can see the thought hanging over every head, pushed to the back of every mind. The attempts to forget, they know them well. And what it is to be afraid of the shadows.
I would not tell the entire story, not all the details--I think, when I can recount it that way, it will be to Legolas first and perhaps to him only. He, of anyone, deserves to know. For many reasons.
But I have told it as a fireside tale many times, and I still can recite as I once did. So when tonight's supper dishes are cleared and the diners sit musing quietly over their goblets, and a young guard declares that he will hear no tale this evening unless it be the firsthand account of the Balrog-Slayer, I accept the request graciously.
After all, the longer my tale spins out, the less time I will find myself alone in the empty (albeit nice) room that has been given to me, hoping a little prince will escape the crowd and come to me to steal a few moments while we may.
I begin like this:
There stood a city, high and bright, spired and breathtaking; fairer yet than any city I have seen this side of the Sea, and it was my home.
current mood:  indescribable
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| Wednesday, November 19th, 2003
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12:47 pm - GIP
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The full-size version, I am sorry to admit, is only ( slightly better... )
Evil writers with poor photo skills.
current music: Annie Lennox - Into the West
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| Tuesday, September 16th, 2003
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10:41 am
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| Tuesday, September 2nd, 2003
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1:59 am - Look at me, look at me!
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New icon. ::shines::
current mood: shiny
current music: Rufus Wainwright - The Greek Song
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| Monday, July 21st, 2003
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2:22 am - Hmm.
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Glorfindel's having a bit of a lie-down. Some careless journaller left ( this ) lying around.
current mood:  amused
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| Saturday, July 19th, 2003
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4:32 pm - ImLin Chatlog.
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This is what I've got...I think it's all of it, it's all I could find anyway.
( in the library )
current music: Tracy Chapman - Give Me One Reason to Stay
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| Saturday, June 28th, 2003
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9:10 pm - Oh Eru, the writer's doing memes.
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current mood: amused
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| Thursday, June 12th, 2003
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7:53 pm - Anticipation
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And now, finally, we have arrived upon the borders of the Greenwood.
I think somehow I ought to be more nervous than I am--of course, I am, but there is also a sort of exhilaration which tempers it. It has been rather a long time since I have attended wedding festivities, now that I think upon it, and longer still since I have seen anything like the marriage of a prince. I do sometimes miss the royal court of Gondolin, the dancing and festivities and gossip; in this Age, it seems, we have less use and leisure for such things. But the occasion certainly merits a bit of courtly frivolity, and I for one look forward to it.
Though, I suppose, I may not dance with whom I would prefer. Nor make cause for any gossip, though I can share that which I hear without causing any trouble.
And secret romances were always another staple of Turgon's court. I believe I shall feel right at home.
current mood:  nostalgic
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| Tuesday, April 1st, 2003
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3:07 pm - Travelling Music.
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An Elvish tune is good for the Hall of Fire, for the treetops of Lorien or the cavern chambers of the Greenwood palace. But there's nothing quite like a Mannish tune for travelling by. They aren't supposed to be perfectly balanced in harmonics, or exceedingly meaningful, and nobody minds if you make up half the words because you've forgotten them or simply because you think the song ought to have a few extra verses.
Besides, you can't help but smile. When a song doesn't need to have much meaning it can be delightfully cheerful and just as irreverent.
( The Fox )
( John Grumlie )
current mood: pleasant
current music: singing.
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| Thursday, March 6th, 2003
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4:51 pm - Nin Daedelos
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I'm packing, and thinking; I'm nervous, I can't help it. Oh, excited too, of course--I suspect I will see the Greenwood with very different eyes on this trip than ever I have looked with before, and I do expect to enjoy the finer points of Thranduil's realm as upon any diplomatic voyage. But I wonder whether I will even dare to breathe, for fear I'll give myself away. My gaze may linger too long or my tongue slip in overly casual address or the chain he wears fall into view or any number of little things which would betray us.
And then I torment myself with the thought of opening my mouth and shouting it for all to know, of being deliberately incautious, of causing a scene the way we did here. I entertain such folly just long enough to be thrilled by the danger before dismissing it. For now it entertains me, but when I am there I fear having had such things ever in my mind will only serve to heighten my paranoia.
At least Thranduil cannot look into minds. Else I would be pincushion-full of arrows before I crossed the Greenwood's borders.
current mood:  nervous
current music: Evanescence - Bring Me to Life
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| Wednesday, February 19th, 2003
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7:24 pm - A letter
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Nín emlin,
I'm sorry it only rhymes in the common tongue. My writer refused to cooperate with a translation.
Below us the river (beside me a star)
Behind you the doorway. inside only dark
Above us the evening; before me êl-nín
You light balcony, doorway, evening, ravine.
Your skin glowing faintly (which you cannot see)
Around you a city. before you just me
Upon us the moonlight; within me such peace
To make Loudwater quiet and chaos surcease.
What fire unexpected (such passionate eyes)
How open you break me. what need by surprise
Beneath you the tiles; behind me the night
I leave it, embrace you
Galad-nín.
My light.
Gerich meleth nín,
Glorfindel
current mood: loved
current music: Goo Goo Dolls - Slide
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| Tuesday, February 18th, 2003
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3:03 am - I Amar Siila na Glaur o Miil, a Linnon an Glass-niin.
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E ista. E ista ha thel i amar na nin, ha thel i fea-niin. A E den aniira. E den si gar, ned iidh bain, ned haust-niin.
::gladha moe:: E conui a e nin trenar, den uu-awarthon; harthon nin uu-awartha. Idhon sen maer.
Darthatham ned Eryn Galen ir sen istannen, egor darthatham ned Imladris. Uu-bach na nin. Uu-idhon sen...galad...na anrand.
A im uu si eredhel.
( Uin lam o Adan )
current mood: giddy
current music: Seals & Croft - We May Never Pass This Way Again
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| Saturday, February 15th, 2003
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6:12 pm - Nin Ernil-neth uin Eryn Galen
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E tool na riiloth a aes, an Mereth uin Ind o eryn. Im boe den. Men gerim; niin ind gar diin mereth-garn.
Idhin anann o ant aniiriannen anno. Ha uu-thel (im goston) aglar an pen, sen ha thel an nin...Gondolin edlenn, niin herth cuin ned nin, a ir inc uu-thel si bach. Ha nad-bain... E mellatha diin siilol, a im istathon ha thel.
( Uin lam o Adan. )
current mood: ecstatic
current music: Seals and Croft - Diamond Girl
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| Friday, January 17th, 2003
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12:39 am - That Which Is Expected Of Me.
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I know Elrond thinks me foolish. I know he thinks Legolas merely a product of Thranduil's upbringing, and I know as well that he is entitled to his opinion as surely as I am to mine.
I worry, however, about disappointing. It is one thing if he thinks me foolish in personal matters, for it is well known that the heart does not trouble itself with logic and reason. But if I should fail to keep up with my duties, that is an entire other realm. I shall not give him cause to think me unreliable, nor shall I disappoint his idea of me. I value his esteem.
There is always, alas, so much to be done; and I take much of it in hand. It would hardly reflect well if I took things in half-measures just to get done early and spend time that Elrond, no doubt, thinks shamelessly wasted.
And now with Thranduil's men here I don't even dare to look at Legolas too long at a stretch for fear they'll be off tattling to their master about the filthy Noldo with his hands all over the Greenwood's favourite son. I wonder whether Elrond is worried that I will give the game away. Then again, I imagine I am doing enough worrying for the both of us.
Usually I prefer the warmer months, but I'm beginning to wish that winter weren't so far off. The first snow usually gets rid of all but the most permanent visitors, and there is always less work to be done when travelling is at a minimum.
Then again, I don't suppose Mirkwood would dream of leaving its prince walled in with the Noldor and no supervision for an entire winter. Which means they'll either steal him back or we'll be sentenced to a season cooped up with these horrid counselors of Thranduil's.
I hardly expected to find myself this lonely when he still resides in the next chambers over from mine.
current mood:  lonely
current music: Alanis Morissette - No Pressure Over Cappuccino
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| Monday, January 6th, 2003
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9:24 pm - Writer: There was supposed to be a sheet, I swear.
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Pencils and a sketchbook on a long weekend trying to ignore the family, with Glorfindel in my head demanding things.
There was supposed to be a sheet. The sheet didn't work out, so. Full frontal nudity.
( You have been warned. )
I'm off to hide behind the sofa now.
current mood: silly
current music: John Mayer - Your Body Is A Wonderland (acoustic)
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| Wednesday, January 1st, 2003
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2:49 pm - Steps in the Wrong Direction
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I should have known better, really. I should have gone to Elrond right away and told him. Instead I kissed the Greenwood prince in the main hall and let the gossips do it for me, brought Legolas into the middle of it.
He was still here when Elrond came to talk to me about it. That, predictably, didn't go over well. It should have been me telling Elrond, before all this, and him being angry with me. Instead Legolas was here being lectured with me, bearing the brunt of it when it's been my fault.
( Such a delicate situation. )
current mood: apprehensive
current music: Tori Amos - Raspberry Swirl
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| Saturday, December 21st, 2002
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6:32 pm - My little bird is a terrible tease...
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...but ai, how can I resist him?
It scares me that I cannot. My weakness.
And, in some strange measure, delights me. How easily I am overthrown. How odd it feels to relinquish control.
I shake a fist at him playfully, and tell him if he ever draws me out like that again...
He laughs, and says, "You'll beg me harder?"
It is true. Dear me.
And I've nearly let my vodka run out. Eru.
current mood: contemplative
current music: Yellow - Coldplay
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| Tuesday, December 17th, 2002
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3:30 am - Greenwood Poetry
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My Legolas.
I am his, and he mine.
I have not Elrond's gift with words, but I would write him volumes if I did.
The twins, predictably, did not listen to a word I said during their lessons. After all, they are in the best position to hear the gossip of Imladris, and we did rather make a scene at breakfast. And the braids defeated any thought of blaming gossips for an outlandish tale.
Elladan told me I looked like one of Thranduil's people, to try and get a rise out of me. He seemed rather miffed when I told him that was the point.
Elrohir just smiled sweetly and asked me how to say "lecherous" in Quenya. I maintain I was perfectly justified in assigning him twenty pages of copywork.
But they both apologized without prompting. Whatever else they may be, the twins are not mean-spirited. I suspect they find it more amusing that their stolid tutor has a lover at all, than that the details of the relationship are questionable.
Now to face Elrond, and Thranduil.
Even that prospect doesn't ruin my mood.
current mood:  enthralled
current music: Incubus - Stellar
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