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Mar. 25th, 2005 @ 10:19 am paging ohhh_will
*Russ calls by Will's dad's pub, and asks for Will. Will's not there, so Russ leaves a message with one of the bar staff, to say that he'll try again tomorrow.*
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Mar. 25th, 2005 @ 08:33 am TM week 2005-03-18
Current Mood: anxioustense
The Scariest Moment

There have been many moments in which I have been afraid, but the time that I was most afraid, was when Morgoth and Ungoliant destroyed the Two Trees. I was out with my cousin when it happened, so I was not aware at the time that my grandfather Finwe had been murdered. To begin with the loss of light was so tiny and gradual that it was barely noticeable. After ten minutes, I could tell that something was wrong with the light. After twenty, it was pitch-black, except for what light came from the stars.

I had never seen the stars before. Always in Valinor, their light was obscured by the light of the Trees.

Findekano and I ran back to the house, people were panicking, running around blindly, screaming. They had lit torches, and my father was leading a group of people to the city square, a procession of fire and chanting. He gathered them together and began to speak to them, no, rant at them, and it was there I learned of my grandfather's murder, and of the actions of Morgoth and Ungoliant that had destroyed the Trees.

That which could not be destroyed, was gone. I had been born in the Years of the Trees, and I knew nothing else but their presence and light. How could it be possible that something could come here, and damage that? It was impossible. And yet it had happened.

I think what scared me the most though, was the look of madness in my father's eyes.

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Mar. 13th, 2005 @ 12:13 am TM week 2005-03-11
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
What in your life are you the most dissatisfied with, and why?

He always leaves.

We may spend a joyous and peaceful summer together, riding the hills around Himring, followng the streams that dance down from the mountainsides. Or it may be a year of battle, he and I fighting side by side, our blades running with orcish blood. But he always leaves.

When the autumn leaves begin to turn as copper as my hair, he becomes restless. Inbetween long weeks of not speaking, we fight, the irresistable force meeting the immovable object, an even match of stubborn pride. He says he loves me, but as he rides away towards Hithlum, my heart is filled with doubt and sadness. Suppose one day he leaves, and does not come back?

In all the ages of Tree or Sun, we never spent even one unbroken year together. He always leaves, and I will remain, a pale ghost of what I was, waiting for next summer.

Whenever that may be.
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Mar. 5th, 2005 @ 09:56 pm TM week 2003-03-05
Current Mood: melancholymelancholy
If you could change one person's mind about something, who and what would it be?

It would be a simple matter of a disagreement about battle strategy. In one particular instance, Findekano and I could not agree. He wanted to hold my troops in reserve, and use them as reinforcements. I told him that it was suicide and by the time my troops reached him, he would have none left. Together, we are stronger. It has always been that way. Why don't you see it this time?

But he would not listen. We argued and we fought, and in the end he could not defeat my logic so he used his rank as king to over-rule me. First trumps third, as always.

So that night we parted in anger, with harsh words between us. He returned to his camp and I returned to mine. And we never saw one another again. For that was the night before the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, and five days later he was dead. I often wonder, if I had managed to change his mind about those battle tactics, would he have lived? Would we even have had victory that day, instead of being lost and scattered? These things I suppose I will never know.
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Feb. 27th, 2005 @ 02:44 pm TM week 2005-2-27
Current Mood: sadsad, but loved
What can you say is truly yours?

My brothers.

But I watched them die, one by one, all except for Macalaure. He and I have been together most of our lives, though he's always been a bitof a drifter, both physically and mentally. Now he drifts again, he has found a lover, and though I know that he's happy, his absence leaves an empty space in my heart.

And Findekano.

You, my love, are the one thing in my life that is truly mine. Even if everything else I have is taken from me, you will still be there, your fea and mine closely bound, so that even death may not separate us. It does not matter that we fight, that we spend long ages apart; no matter the distance between us, we are still one. Even if we wanted it to be otherwise, it could not be.

You are mine, my beloved, and I am eternally yours.
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Feb. 18th, 2005 @ 11:40 am TM week 2005-2-11
Have you ever regretted a wish you've made?


Why do these questions seem to be getting harder to answer?

I regretted many things, but my wishes were never among them.
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Feb. 7th, 2005 @ 12:49 pm TM 2005-2-4: Love
Current Mood: nostalgicnostalgic
What does Love mean to you?

Kissing my Cousin is LoveCollapse )
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Jan. 29th, 2005 @ 07:21 pm TM 2005-1-29
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Describe what your "happily ever after" would be like.

Unfortunately the Book was not quite that kind of fairy tale. Instead of a happy-ever-after, I had a gruesome end, driven insane by the silmaril and burned to death in a fiery abyss. But as it happened, that was no the end of the story, and I am back again now, so I have another chance, and maybe this time I will get my happy ending.

It would involve Findekano being with me of course. And elu_gwanun too; I always wanted to be a father, and never had the chance. There would be no orcs, no dark lords and no nasty jewellery or trinkets of any kind.
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Jan. 29th, 2005 @ 04:50 pm Back in New York
[locked to ohhh_will and also mark_kosik if he's around]

Russandol isn't quite sure what it was that got him thinking about Will. Maybe it was the pool-cue propped in the corner of his bedroom. He picks it up and smiles. Things have been dull around here lately, a game of pool and a beer are just what Russandol decides he needs to brighten his mood.

So it is early evening when he finds his way back to the pub that Will's father owns. Even though he'd been there before he still had to ask strangers four times before he finally found it again. He steps inside and looks around, but doesn't see any sign of Will, not even at the pool-table, so he goes to the bar and orders a pint, then asks one of the staff. "Is Will Locke around?"
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Jan. 23rd, 2005 @ 03:19 pm TM week 2005/1/22
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
What's the furthest away you've ever been from the place you were born/created? How did you get there? Why did you go? Did you return or even want to come back to where you came from?

Morgoth's lair, in Angband, where I was held captive. It may not be the greatest distance in paces from Valinor, but I can think of nowhere else that is furthest from it, in any other sense of the word. Why did I go? Sometimes I wonder the same thing myself. Perhaps it was pride, to think that I could possibly have any influence over Morgoth, that we could negotiate, I could make him see reason. Naievety too; had I truly understood Morgoth's nature at that time, I would have realised that any attempt to negotiate would be completely futile. But that I did not realise until it was too late.

I would not have returned, but for Findekano's valiant journey to rescue me. I would have died there, hanging on his mountain, the crows picking my bones. My beloved found me and brought me home, minus a hand. He saved my life, brought me back, sat with me through the long, painful process of healing. Sometimes though, I think I never truly left there. Findekano may have taken me away from Angband, but he did not take Angband away from me. It scarred me, in more ways than just the obvious.

Part of me (and I do not mean my right hand) is still there.
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