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| Time: | 12:42 pm. |
| Mood: |  amused. | | Music: | that damn singing. |
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Dear Middle-earth,
I'm in Valinor and you're not, nyah-nyah! ;P
Sincerely,
G-g
PS: ANA WALKED sort of.
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Comments: Read 184 or Add Your Own.
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| Time: | 1:39 pm. |
| Mood: | accomplished. |
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New userinfo! :D It is picturiffic.
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Comments: Read 150 or Add Your Own.
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To: Imladris
If Elrond has already given birth, congratulations.
If not...good luck and make sure Daerada cleans the sword, first.
--G-g.
PS: I'm sending some Valinor juice over, too. :)
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Comments: Read 2 or Add Your Own.
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*disappears for a little bit*
*comes back with two large bouquets of flowers*
*gives one to Elly with a note attached reading ";)"*
*gives another one to Voro to give to his nana if she'll accept them with a note reading ":)"*
... *ponders getting something for Círdan, too* ¬_¬
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Comments: Read 74 or Add Your Own.
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| Time: | 9:03 pm. |
| Mood: | o.O. | | Music: | námo -- "sunday bloody sunday". |
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*yawns*
*stretches*
*runs a hand through his hair*
O.O
Um. Why is my hair shorter and why does my head hurt like an oliphaunt sat on it?
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Comments: Read 64 or Add Your Own.
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| Time: | 3:52 pm. |
| Mood: | happy. |
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*plays outside with his 'cousin'*
*sees something silvery in the distance*
*giggles*
KEEEEEEEEEEEEEERDAAAAAAAAN! :D :D
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Comments: Read 30 or Add Your Own.
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| Time: | 6:39 pm. |
| Mood: | lost. | | Music: | keeeeerdaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan?? ada??. |
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*yawns*
*stretchs*
o.o ;_;
Keeeeeeerdaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan???
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Comments: Read 84 or Add Your Own.
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| Time: | 6:57 pm. |
| Mood: |  pissed off. | | Music: | i don't feel as amused. mun says she's not mad at john.. |
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Okay. Since the tabloidpaperthingie did that lovely little article on me, I figured I should defend myself or something.
I AM NOT A CHILD-WHORE PIMP.
>_
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Comments: Read 66 or Add Your Own.
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Saturday, March 22nd, 2003
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In some strange turn of events, Danielle has become Celegorm's mother, making Peony an honorary Son-of-Fëanor.
Now, since Peony is my adopted little sister, does that make Celegorm a brother of some sorts? o.o
My head hurts. I think I'll just stick to my family. <3
PS: While I'm here, mun wants me to advertise kareoke. ¬_¬
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Comments: Read 64 or Add Your Own.
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Tuesday, February 18th, 2003
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| Time: | 5:46 pm. |
| Mood: | update!. |
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Hello.
I am a father. :) :) :)
I have had this journal for one year.
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Comments: Read 75 or Add Your Own.
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Wednesday, December 25th, 2002
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*has Voronwë take back to Alqualondë, leaving a note of apology for his family, then has the maia take him to Lórien*
*lays down in the gardens and has the first peaceful sleep in a very long time*
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Comments: Add Your Own.
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Tuesday, December 24th, 2002
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*excuses himself from the company of his mother and grandfather at Alqualondë but smiles* I'll be back by tomorrow, Nana, my lord Olwë.
*whispers, as he's leaving* I'm sorry, Nana.
*leaves the palace and heads to the port*
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Comments: Read 22 or Add Your Own.
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Monday, December 23rd, 2002
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| Time: | 5:24 pm. |
| Mood: | weary. | | Music: | the sea. |
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*slowly moves around Lindon, gathering a few books and journals and momentos*
*sits down at his desk and writes:*
Elanor,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I haven't been there, I'm sorry I haven't treated you like you should be treated, I'm sorry you had to fall in love with someone like me, I'm sorry that damned Valinor has taken over my heart.
Sometimes the best way to love someone is to leave. You belong here, you shine here. But my time here is passed, and I've been a fool to pretend I should stay, to pretend that everything would be okay. The truth is, it's not okay. It's not okay because I've been like a ghost in this world, and it's not right.
I love you, though, Elanor. I would like to come for the baby's birth, if you'll have me. I would like to marry you, someday. I still wear the ring.
I wish you happiness, I wish you a fruitful life, I wish you the world. Be happy, Elanor. That is my wish for you.
Yours always,
Ereinion
P.S. Lindon is yours.
*sighs and puts the letter in an envelope, sealing it with wax*
*puts everything but the letter in a small saddlebag, and heads to the stables. leads the horse out a ways, stopping by his own tombstone and looking down. sighs softly and rides to the towers, leaving the letter in the mailbox and riding away quickly*
*arrives at the havens and knocks on Círdan's door*
It's time, Círdan. *deep sigh* It's finally time.
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Comments: Read 38 or Add Your Own.
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Thursday, December 19th, 2002
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| Time: | 11:43 am. |
| Mood: |  okay. | | Music: | outside noises. |
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There were so many dead. He glanced at Elendil beside him, and smiled a small, sad smile. He drew a deep breath and his thumb idly caressed Aeglos. He readied himself, and made the final, foolish charge. He heared Elendil behind him, charging as well. He heard Elrond, shocked.
Then it was over. A warm darkness overtook him, and then there was Mandos.
*wakes up in a cold sweat, before realizing it was just a dream-memory. he gets up, and notices the calendar*
*gets dressed, goes outside, and walks down to the garden, collecting various wildflowers*
*notices someone in the corner of the craden*
Oh, hello. I'm surprised you're not doing something with my father.
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Comments: Read 6 or Add Your Own.
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Saturday, December 7th, 2002
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| Time: | 7:55 pm. |
| Mood: | pensive/hopeful. |
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*goes for a walk, down through the gardens and to the elanor field. he gathers a small bouquet of the yellow flowers, tying them with a bit of string. he smiles at them slightly, and turns to go to the stables, mounting his horse and riding to the towers*
*dismounts and ties the horse to a nearby tree, walking to the tower he approached last time. he knocks on the door and waits for an answer, biting his lower lip*
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Comments: Read 31 or Add Your Own.
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Friday, November 29th, 2002
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| Time: | 12:53 pm. |
| Mood: | sleep. |
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*wanders to the elanor field, not thinking about anything in particular*
*gathers a small bouquet of the small yellow flowers, taking them back to his quarters and placing them in a vase with water*
*smiles faintly at them and lays down, falling asleep shortly*
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Thursday, November 28th, 2002
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*makes his way back to the castle at Lindon, thinking about duty and passion and other things, like love*
*retrieves a small leather book and opens it up, writing:*
Duty.
My former life was driven by duty. I was the High King, that was how it had to be. I had no love. Duty was my mistress, and a cold one at that.
I am at a crossroads, so to speak. I need to figure out what I'm doing with the rest of my life. This occurance has made me realize that I know it cannot be without Elanor.
It is obvious, glaringly obvious, that I will not be in Middle-earth much longer. Everyone can see this. I will leave for Valinor soon.
*frowns in thought and closes the book, deciding instead to take a walk out in the gardens*
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Comments: Read 12 or Add Your Own.
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Sunday, November 24th, 2002
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| Time: | 1:37 am. |
| Mood: |  pensive. | | Music: | the sea. |
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You can hear and smell the Sea everywhere in Lindon. It is impossible to escape it. But where I once took joy in this, now there is only sadness. It weighs constantly on my mind.
Most of my companions -- that is, my peers -- have passed over the Sea once to stay. They have returned. I died and was sent to Mandos, then I made a direct cut to Middle-earth. The only time I have tasted the joys of Valinor was when Elanor and I took a short vacation there.
They say there is no sorrow in Valinor, and that is beyond true. It is ecstasy over there. There is a reason why one is supposed to go to the West only when one plans to stay. It leaves this sort of seed in you, a memory, and it grows and grows. The scent of the Sea helps little.
I have buried myself in my work as High King. I have practically lived in my study. This is no excuse for my behavior. I have a pregnant fianceé whom I have been basically ignoring. That doesn't mean I don't love her, though.
I fear my time in Middle-earth is waning. There are still matters that need to be addressed; my wedding, for one. The birth of my child, another. I shall stay here for a while yet, but my time is approaching.
This is still no excuse for my lack of attention to the person(s) that matter(s) most to me.
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