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Monday, July 21st, 2003
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8:48 pm - Soft smiles
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| Tuesday, April 29th, 2003
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3:58 pm - Travel plans
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Well, that settles it.
I am bound for Dol Amroth. Lothiriel and I have some plans, Smile and I think it might be fun to be in the thick of things once again. My life has become far too quiet of late.
I will miss the White City, but I think it is time to live near the sea once again. Strange. I never thought I would ever miss it.
Kitties? Time to pack!
Eomer and Luthien? If I might travel with you, I would be most grateful. It is always nice to have companions, and it will give us all a chance to talk.
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| Monday, March 3rd, 2003
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10:15 pm - In the Stewards Quarters....
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Tiptoing into the room while the Ranger sleeps, being very quiet so as not to rouse him. Slipping up next to his bed, pausing a moment to acertain how deeply he sleeps, watching the even rise and fall of his breath and the stillness of his face.
Swiftly reaching for the jar on his nightstand table, and noting that the seal has not yet been broken. Breathing a sigh of relief. Wrapping it in a soft cloth, and taking it into the next room where the light from the full moon is better, moving swiftly, footsteps noiseless as a cat's.
Setting the jar down on a table in the next room, and quietly closing the door so she will not be heard. Tossing off her dark cloak and facing the jar with an intrigued look on her face. Kneeling by the table and looking into it at eye-level.
Deep within the jar's blue depths, she can see him. He is there and she marvels. It is exactly as she thought.
The spell has worked... Though not quite the way she expected. She had intended the jar to be a simply a means of communication. But instead.....
Good heavens, she thinks, I think I may have transformed him into a djinn!
She ponders what to do next as her eyes take in his familar features. She cannot see his expression. It is too dark. She gazes intently into the jar as if waiting to catch his eye before speaking.
Boromir? Dear friend, can you hear me?
Sighs
I think I owe you an apology. This is quite a mess I have made.
Listening and hearing the soft spiritual sound of ghist hands beating against glass, demanding to be let out.
I cannot do that! Not yet... It could be very dangerous.
Boromir, please don't say that.... Please give me time. At least the Ranger has not opened the jar. I promise I will make things right again!
Shhhhh.... I must get you back before he wakes.
Shhhhh!! Please! Let me work on it! You will be free soon!!
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6:26 pm - Ahhhhh!!!
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| Monday, February 17th, 2003
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8:15 pm - Tomorrow is my birthday!!!! Yayyyyy!!!!
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Holding a tiny mouse in my hands very tenderly and feeding him bits of pink and white birthday cake ahead of schedule....
And twirling around happily in my new iconses! (courtesy of the talented Superforeigner!!) Wheeeee!!!!
Well my friends, what a long strange trip it has been! Tomorrow morning I will be one year old. To think that one year ago I posted this-- Never suspecting the mayhem, angst, laughter, italics, and truly wonderful friendships I would soon discover.
Thank you everyone for making this such a nice year! It really has been a wonderful experience-- I have so many good memories to draw upon, I hardly know where to start. Getting very italicy and sentimental.
Thank you especially, Eomer, for being he first person to befriend me. You are the most specialest of friends-- and a great writer to boot!
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| Wednesday, February 12th, 2003
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3:00 pm - Walking through the rubble of the city, clutching Lokiel
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She walks through the rubble of what was once her city, holding the frightened kitty to her chest, and would look forlorn if she were not desperate. Her eyes constantly scan the faces around her, hoping to find someone who she will recognize and who will be able to tell her where she might find Eomer, Boromir.... anyone.
She knows there is very little time. If what her kitty tells her is true, others might be in great peril. Faramir at least lives. But somewhere in the city, a veiled and armed figure lurks, and all she knows is that he must be found and stopped.... before something else happens.
OOC: I am not really sure where Bibi is, only that she was with HAldir when he foudn Faramir, so she knows Faramir is safe. Right now her main worry is that the Haradrim might harm others in Gondor. Her firest priority is to let others know what the danger is. Since she does not yet know WHY the Haradrim is here or what his story is, she is not yet in conflict resolution mode. She just knows that the desert people are very dangerous when they choose to be. How's that?
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| Sunday, February 9th, 2003
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9:46 pm - Emerging from Falling Debris into the Darkness
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Bewildered, but calm, the lady finds herself in a dark part of the catacombs away from the falling rubble, clutching her kitty to her chest and crooning softly to it, trying her best to comfort its fear.
She does not know where Haldir is-- they were separated somehow-- but for the moment she does not allow herself to worry about him. He has a torch, she reasons, and he can't be very far....
Lokiel clings to her chest, claws digging deeply into the velvet of her gown and mewing pitifully. Softly the lady speaks to her....
There, there little one... Everything will be alright... We are safe. Do not worry.
Just tell me what you saw. Can you do that? I know there was something that frightened you. Where was it? If you even know the general direction....
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What is this? A dark man dressed in robes....? He looked like.... like what? Like one of the desert people?
Deeply puzzled Little one, how can this be? We are in Gondor!
Concerned look, trying hard to understand Was he.... was he armed? Did you see Faramir? Where....
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Oh no... No, it can't be.... Shouting HALDIR!! Can you hear me? HALDIR!! We must find him!!!
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| Thursday, February 6th, 2003
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8:23 pm - OOC: Continuing this storyline
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I will be on later tonight, in about two hours or so. Later this weekend it will pretty much be late nights, though I will also be multi-tasking and doing other work.
Just to check in: Who's around? When do you think you will be on AIM? I can coordinate my time somewhat to everyone else's. The only thing that is out is the daytime until Monday.
Update on Bibi: She has found Lokiel, but the kitty is very frightened and not yet speaking. She KNOWS that she has seen something unusual though.
Thanks!
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11:29 am - Getting to work....
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Eomer, you must not worry.
All of my kitties are hard at work searching the palace and grounds for any sign of what may have happened to Faramir. I am working with Haldir, and we are helped greatly by Mithrellas.
YOU must rest and take care of yourself. I have heated up the sopa de ajo-- you will find it very soothing. I will keep you up to date on news.
She leaves the room and closes the door gently after a last glance to Lothiriel, who stays by his bedside.
Then she ponders what she has not said....
All of my kitties except Lokiel. Where is she?
Fret
Haldir, I will go search for her. There is something important in this. She is hiding someplace for a reason-- and it must have something to do with Faramir.
Packing some of the yoghurt and honey that she knows Lokiel likes, and setting off to search the cold halls, singing softly....
Here, kitty, kitty!
Wissawissawissa! Wussawussawussa! Come to mumma....
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| Wednesday, February 5th, 2003
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9:09 pm - O.O
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Running through the halls of the steward's quarters, searching frantically, trying very hard to stay calm and focused.
Lokiel!! Kitty?
Here kitty, kitty.... I need you.....
What have you seen? I know you saw something....
You must tell me, little one....
Eyes desperate and very worried
As with Gorlim, I don't want to interfere with the storyline. I will await a cue of some sort. I am very, VERY intrigued!!
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| Tuesday, February 4th, 2003
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8:30 pm - Well this map is going to be pretty useless!!
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Sitting in the vast wine cellar bneath the Steward's Quarter's, the shelves lit up with hurricane candles, and a makeshift table laid out with cold food and much wine. Bed rolls and pallets lining the warmer parts of the cellar. Hmmm, yes, this cellar has a roaring fire because that's the way I like it.
Who else is here? Lothiriel for certain, snuggled under a fur coverlet, her hair cascading down her naked back. Gorlim who has offered to help, and [fill in the blank here with your name if this is where you would like to hang your hat].
Bibi studies a map by candlelight-- as well as the various devices she brought from her ship for measuring the winds and currents, and a short wave radio connected to the Arda Weather Station. She sighs.
According to this, Arda has not shifted this much since Numenor sank. We are in for some rather big geographic changes.
There are reports that the north side Anduin has moved somewhat to the East, sliding to the side like a serpent and flooding Forodwaith, and that there is much Ent traffic north of Rohan as the forest pulls up and migrates further south. I don't think they like mud.
Gondor itself has swelled up near the river and expanded greatly, with hills that are literally rolling westawrd-- just as the King reported, but there are mudslides and.... oh my! the Misty Mountains are slowly moving South! Toward North Gondor!
And apparently Harad now has a peninsula, since the sea is pulling back....
What does it all mean? When will the lands settle?
OOC: I am winging it here. If someone more knowlegable about Middle Earth's topography wants to adjust this, go ahead.
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| Saturday, February 1st, 2003
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10:35 pm - Rising from bed and pushing aside the sleeping kitties
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Slowly disentangling from Lothiriel's arms and quietly walking to the window, drawn by a series of strange lights.
She looks out and sees.... Falling stars. First one, then another, and another.
A sense of disquiet settles in her heart as she stands by the window and watches, a blanket wrapped tightly about her shoulders. What does it all mean? The stars fall in a glittery shower, and the sky behind them is darker than all knowing.
She feels utterly alone. She cannot understand why.
She just does....
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| Friday, January 31st, 2003
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9:47 pm - What happened to this day?
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It was good to spend last night with Faramir, Lothiriel, Ecthelion, Gorlim and other friends, both new an old. And it feels very strange to be back in the White City after such a long absence. There is so much that has transpired since I left, and so many things to catch up on. I can hardly believe how much both Alcawyn and little Liv have grown... And it is painful to no longer see Boromir II. It will take me a long, long time to understand to his passing.
I have not seen Eomer or Issy since I arrived-- Eomer seems to be QUITE busy with the King *intrigued look* and I have to say the thought of him engaged in hot lusty man sex is VERY intriguing indeed. Issy appears to be ill and resting-- I won't bother her until she feels a bit more herself.
Oh Eomer, you will find Lothiriel in my chambers. When you have the chance. I have missed her more than I thought, and it has been good to have some time, just for her.
Oh and lastly: King Elessar, please excuse me if I have been remiss in formally decalring my allegiance to your rule. And I apologize for being so flustered the otehr day. You of course have my undying loyalty. Please let me know if I can do anything for you or your Queen.
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| Thursday, January 30th, 2003
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8:39 pm - Lothiriel?
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I will be at the Fox and Firkin with Faramir. Will you join us there? And can we maybe crash at your place afterwards? Uhmmm.. that is if Eomer and Kingy are through with their wrestling match...
I have missed you....
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2:52 pm - Sigh
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Well it looks like I have pissed off the Queen. It is all my fault. How can I expect her to have any understanding of what has transpired between Tarannon and myself or what that feels like? She meant no harm. I should have said nothing.
I am so sorry, my lady. This sea journey has been very, very hard on me, and I am feeling quite vulnerable today. There is a history here which I fear you might simply have known nothing about. It grieves me terribly, but it it not your problem.
Please accept my apology. This day has been very hard.
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11:58 am - Well this is complicated.....
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We succeeded in finding a mooring (Prince Imrahil's, rested and bathed at the Inn of Three Shieldmaidens and a Butternut Squash, and in just a few hours time, we will be at the gates of the White City.
The news is that the King has returned. Hmmmmm. Gives an interesting secretive look I suppose I will need to declare my loyalty before entering.
I have a perlexing problem though: It seems that my travelling papers went overboard during the storm. They were okay in Dol Amroth since I am former Gondorian Royalty, but it seems I will have some red tape to iron out once I get the papers replaced, and I am not sure whether I need to talk to Faramir or the King about helping me with that. Sigh
Faramir? I will need you to meet me at the gates of the White City, since they will not otherwise let me in.
And I have brought the juiciest of anjou pears from Dol Amroth. Mmmmmmm....
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| Wednesday, January 29th, 2003
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10:11 am - At Last....
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We are finally coming into port, all of us thoroughly drenched, picking our way slowly through the mist. We got the storm jib up last night after the waves died down somewhat-- the rest went smoothly enough, though it was mostly me at the helm.
Okay. Where is that damned mooring? If I can't find it, I am just going to steal Imrahil's. He never sails at this time of year anyway. The we pow ashore and seek shelter in the nearest tavern. Ooooh, I can taste that hot whiskey with lemon and cloves right now.....
Tonight I will wash the salt water out of my hair. Heaven. Must send word as soon a possible to the White City.
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| Tuesday, January 28th, 2003
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4:12 pm - Happy Birthday MESPT!
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Lays out the avocado dip and smoked salmon
And in twenty two days, it will be my anniversary! Yay!!
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12:16 pm - Sod's Law of the Sea
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Oh no.... The cats are seasick and will never forgive me for this one. And now Parvati has impatiently taken down the book Tarannon did not give me and has opened it up to this passage:
" Until you have done some sailing to windward in really bad weather it is just impossible to imagine what chaos can be created in a boat in rough water.... Leaping about, with a rhythm which you just get used to until it changes with a violent break, will create strange effects on the people and gear.
The people will tend to get sick once they leave the deck, and the process will speed up if they attempt to cook; the best course is to get from the deck into a bunk as quickly as possible. Gear which was carefully stowed away will quickly become free range and the wet clothing, oilskins and towels will become mixed with an egg, the marmalade and the Scrabble. This melee will accumulate at the point of lowest gravitational pull, i.e. in the puddle.
A simple operation like getting a handful of biscuits out of the cupboard will involve bracing yourself across the galley space, opening the cupboard with one hand and using the other to hold in the rest of the things; an unexpected lurch disengages you from the 'hold' position and you, half the plates, a dozen eggs but NOT the biscuits fall down across the boat to create a very bad-tempered ommelette with the navigator and his charts. Everything, however basic, takes much much longer to do: bruises and cuts are acquired in the process....
The pain and frustrations in bad weather make you feel that sailing is a mad, mad sport. Twenty minutes downwind or in sheltered water will allow the boat to be tidied up and you to forget how miserable it had been. ROUGH WEATHER SAILING IS THEREFORE MOST COMFORTABLE WHEN YOU HAVE STOPPED. Whilst you are doing it, try to perform as few evolutions other than steering and sleeping as possible."
Mopping up the kitty vomit
Okay darlings: "ROUGH WEATHER SAILING IS THEREFORE MOST COMFORTABLE WHEN YOU HAVE STOPPED." It says so right there, yes, I agree that this is a worthy second opinion. I hear you.
Sigh
We will leave the sails down then. We will simply have to stay here and brave out the storm.
I will make tea... Oh, poor Parvati.....
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11:55 am - Out at sea and the rain still pouring
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Frantically reading through a very wet copy of "Sailing in Rough Weather: How to Save your Sorry Ass", a book that *hmmmpphhh* Tarannon gave her for her birthday just before she left. Okay, so it has finally proven to be handy....
Okay, Parvati, let's see what it says here.... Pretending to be cheerful as the boat pounds into head seas at six knots, going through 10 foot plus waves in 30 knot winds
"Sailing in heavy air can be a lot of fun, and definitely makes for some excellent sea stories. However, if you are not ready for this type of weather, it could turn out to be one of your worst nightmares.
Preparation is the key and a must. Prepare your boat in general, checking all the rigging and hardware. Then get yourself ready with the proper foul weather gear, and of course use common sense not to start out in a Force 9. Reefing a larger genoa on a furling system will work for a short period...."
Looking carefully over the monitor
Uhmmm... Looks like bad news. We have Force 9 winds today. No wonder my kitties are so cross. Muttering to herself "What the hell does he mean by "reefing a larger genoa"? Something about sails.... I think....
Looking over their very wet and very pissed off faces.
I am sorry my darlings, but we are going to have to work together to raise the storm gib. It is very heavy, but it is our only hope to make it to port. I will take companionway ladder, if that is any comfort, so if the boat lurches it will be me going overboard.
If our luck holds out and we find that blasted mooring, we should be by a warm fire in Dol Amroth tonight.
Parvati, you make tea... Maybe the waves will die down a little bit soon....
current mood:  anxious
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