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Nov. 8th, 2004 @ 01:50 pm
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*has been ensconced in a creative trance in her cave/study*
*realizes she's run out of food several days ago, and this may be influencing her mood just a little bit*
*emerges into the sunlight*
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Fooooooood.... fooooood.... braaaaains....Feeling::  hungry |
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Sep. 24th, 2004 @ 06:59 pm
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*has her hands full taking care of two Ainu children*
*finally talks them into drawing exercises and settles in with her palantir, wondering if she can find anything interesting*
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Sep. 14th, 2004 @ 10:10 pm
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*waits for the night and the rain*
*is unaware of recent upheavals*
*also has a large stash of pears. And gasoline*
( *perches on top of the Mindon* )
There's too much order around here. No place for art.
Let's make some.Feeling::  evil |
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Sep. 12th, 2004 @ 09:24 pm
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*feels more like herself than she's done for a long time*
*gets a new black leather coat*
*looks up Curufin to get the piece de resistance*Feeling:: EVAL! |
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Sep. 11th, 2004 @ 11:15 am
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*decides to check on her niece*Feeling::  calm |
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Sep. 1st, 2004 @ 12:20 pm
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*gets her palantir*
*connects up to Maedhros' and Fingon's*
Nephews? We have to talk.
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Aug. 10th, 2004 @ 08:45 am
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*approaches the pub*
*decides she's not going to give Olorin any more ammunition for calling her an alcoholic*
*sits with a sketchbook in the park instead*Feeling::  annoyed |
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Aug. 1st, 2004 @ 11:38 am
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*drops by Fingon's to dote on the newest grand-nephew*
*and maybe to talk to the nephew*
*NOT for cheering-up purposes, perish the thought*
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Jul. 27th, 2004 @ 06:31 pm
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*sits in the park, doodling*
*gets lost in thought*
*looks at a page filled with sketches of the same face: light hair, pronounced cheekbones, slanted eyes*
:S
*goes on a walk*Feeling:: uncomfortable |
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Jul. 19th, 2004 @ 11:36 am
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*breaks out of the cupboard*
*breaks into Fingolfin's house in the dead of night, chloroforms him, paints him blue and leaves him giftwrapped at Ecthelion's doorstep with a card that says Fingolfin's always had a crush on him but was too chicken to admit it*
*gets dragged back into the cupboard with a satisfied smile*
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Jul. 2nd, 2004 @ 09:20 am
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*leans against a tree in the garden, surveying the party*
*thinks longingly of the parties she used to throw, and the people...*
Chandra...
*digs her nails into the bark of the tree, wishing she had worn her claws; she feels too defenseless, too elven without them*Feeling:: melancholy |
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Jun. 12th, 2004 @ 10:57 am
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*shows up at Caranthire's, loaded with notes and catalogues*
*kicks at the door, since she doesn't have a free hand* |
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May. 28th, 2004 @ 07:06 pm
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*watches her guest leave*
*looks at the ( painting )
*smiles, satisfied* |
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*stands in front of a mirror, making faces*
Right. Here goes nothing.
*smirks*
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May. 14th, 2004 @ 07:23 pm
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Clothes, packed. Cave, cleaned up. Turufinwë's picture, not going to get any better no matter how long I sit and stare at it. As Irving would say, time to face the music. Let's just hope my brother remembers his offer.
*arrives on the doorstep of Casa Fëanor*
*knocks*
Anyone there?Feeling:: determined Current Music: mun grumbling over not going to see Troy today |
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*emerges from cave and walks briskly into Tirion*
*walks up to Turgon's and knocks*
*waits a moment*
*kicks*
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Let's see if I can get this in order.
Went to Tirion
Met new favourite nephew niece
Sister is still a ditz, but a nice one
Avoided Mom *phew*
Scared the Morgoth out of nephew *smirks*
Was in fact so good in scaring nephew that he commissioned a portrait. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the difference between an average artist and a rich one.
Have new favourite brother/co-conspirator. And, apparently, a place to stay.
I haven't managed to run into the ex-favourite brother yet, but I have something better. A plan. Now, where's my sketchbook?Feeling:: satisfied |
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May. 9th, 2004 @ 12:40 am
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Diary of Irimë Lalwende Irimë's rants
Well. I haven't touched this thing for a few ages (as evidenced by the initial title; Lalwende? when was that my name?), but I have a feeling I might need somewhere to keep track of things.
The far shores of Valinor are lonely, yes. That doesn't mean I haven't heard of the coockoo bunch in Tirion. And now I'm going there, too. Because the experience will enrich my spirit and allow me to create better artwork.
And because I'm bored as all get out. And I haven't talked to an elf since I left Mandos.
Yes, dear Irimë, that's very deep of you.Feeling:: bored |
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