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03/15/2007 10:52:00
[info]gorthol
*spends a great deal of time feeling generally useless and wishing he was in Hithlum*

*shoves aside some reports from the Menegroth Army Recruitment Office when he can't concentrate on them*

*goes downstairs to check the mail and finds what appears to be an invitation to his own engagement party* *!!!*

*finds someone to babysit Nienor and stomps walks to the palace to look for Thingol*

Current Mood: irritated
Tags: thingol, turin

 
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From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/15/2007 11:04:19  

*has cancelled all of his morning meetings to fill in behind the security desk in the lobby*

*reprograms all the station buttons on the morning guy's radio and fills in his crossword with all wrong words* *in ink*
From: [info]gorthol Date: 03/16/2007 07:29:21  

*comes up to the desk* Hi, is Thi—

*blinks* What are you doing here?
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/16/2007 07:31:54  

*chipperly* Counting the number of idiots who ask me what I'm doing here.

What's up, kid? Have you got that army ready yet?
From: [info]gorthol Date: 03/16/2007 07:33:13  

We're in the building stages. It's not all that interesting. *dryly* I'll let you know when we're onto the killing part, okay?

*holds up his invitation between thumb and forefinger* *sighs* We agreed this was a bad idea, remember?
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/16/2007 07:34:58  

What, ivory? I thought ivory was tasteful.

*easily* 'We' is you and Melly, most likely. I certainly didn't agree to anything.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 03/16/2007 07:36:08  

*drops the card on your desk*

Well. I'm not going. So you might as well call the whole thing off.
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/16/2007 07:37:17  

Oh, yes you are. It'll be fun. There'll be canapés.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 03/16/2007 07:39:31  

We're not even getting married! Probably! Or maybe we are, I don't know. Perhaps. That's not the point.
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/16/2007 07:41:22  

*pointedly* Of course you are. I'll not have any bastard kids of yours running around town. It would look really fucking embarrassing for the family.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 03/16/2007 07:41:57  

*narrows his eyes* I suppose you'd know all about that.
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/16/2007 07:42:49  

*lifts his chin defiantly*

I have no idea what you're talking about.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 03/16/2007 07:47:31  

No? You're a smart guy...
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/16/2007 07:49:08  

You have no idea what you're talking about. Drop it.

*tips his chair back slightly* Look. You're clearly under a lot of stress. Why don't you go away for a couple days? Relax, unwind? And then you'll come back and we'll have a party and you'll marry that girl...what'sherface.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 03/16/2007 07:51:05  

*presses his fingers to his temples briefly*

I can't believe you sent her to Hithlum. I need her. I need her for your ridiculous army.
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/16/2007 07:53:55  

*looks confused for a moment*

*shrugs* And I needed a diplomat, and she cuts a rather fine diplomatic figure. Don't you dare tell her I said that. There are plenty of captains to be had.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 03/16/2007 07:55:47  

*half to himself* Well, I'm going to drive up there and see her. She can't possibly be happy without me.
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/16/2007 07:57:16  

*placatingly* You do that. Bring Nienor over here; we'll take care of her while you're gone or lock her back up in the loony bin, whatever.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 03/16/2007 07:59:40  

*turns his focus back to you*

No slacking on the job. I want someone with her around the clock. I'll hold you personally responsible if anything happens to her.
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/16/2007 08:00:36  

*flicks the air with his hand*

Calm down, will you? She'll be FINE. Eru, you sound just like your fake father.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 03/16/2007 08:04:31  

*chews his lip* All right. But I'm still not going to your party. Or getting married? Possibly?

*turns to leave*
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/16/2007 08:05:35  

*leans back farther in his chair and props his feet up on the desk*

*sing-songily* Are tooooo-oooo!
From: [info]gorthol Date: 03/16/2007 08:06:29  

Am not.
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/16/2007 08:07:08  

Are too.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 03/16/2007 08:08:13  

*pushes the front door open and steps outside*

*sticks his head back in* AM NOT.
From: [info]sindacollo Date: 03/16/2007 08:09:58  

Are too are too are—

*over-tips his chair and promptly lands on the floor*

ow.
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