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zhieBest first three day total ever. I'm so used to that second day being completely red on the nano widget, taunting me. My personal goal is to keep it from going red at all during nano. I'm actually stopping *before* midnight tonight -- imagine that!
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They continued to sit quietly, the lone remaining occupants of the Hall of Fire. On a rainy day, it would not have been unusual for many others to have been in the room as well. Tonight, Lindir was performing in one of the other halls, and many of his fans were there. Only one fire was lit in the Hall of Fire, the main pit in the center. Glorfindel had moved his new chair far from the flames to keep it safe. “This is nice. I often think this room is much too loud.”
“That is the purpose of the hall, though,” Erestor reminded him.
“I know.” Glorfindel looked across the room at one of the extraordinarily large tapestries that hung across the back of the stage area at the front of the room. It was a map of Lindon, skillfully done, that had once hung in King Gil-Galad’s throne room. “Do you think Elrond is in over his head?”
“I think he is going to need to be cautious. I think he needs to be careful so as not to alienate Elladan. I think he is making a sacrifice in his own life in doing this. I think he is going to have to tread carefully around Artanis.” Erestor rolled onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. “I offered him a scandal to keep prying eyes away from him if he wished.”
“Did you? What sort of scandal?”
“Something scandalous.” Erestor watched a spider that was crawling around the top of one of the massive pillars in the room, weaving a web to lay her nest of eggs. “An affair of some sort.”
“Your affairs are hardly scandalous anymore. Everyone knows to lock their daughters – and their wives – away from you.”
“And sisters,” added Erestor mischievously.
Glorfindel nodded in agreement. “You need to find something that will actually interest people. There is nothing exciting or different about you chasing after a spritely young maiden.”
“For me there is.”
The drumming of fingers upon the arm of a rocking chair began. “What I meant was that it would not be as exciting as Elrond having Gilraen move into his rooms with him.”
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They continued to sit quietly, the lone remaining occupants of the Hall of Fire. On a rainy day, it would not have been unusual for many others to have been in the room as well. Tonight, Lindir was performing in one of the other halls, and many of his fans were there. Only one fire was lit in the Hall of Fire, the main pit in the center. Glorfindel had moved his new chair far from the flames to keep it safe. “This is nice. I often think this room is much too loud.”
“That is the purpose of the hall, though,” Erestor reminded him.
“I know.” Glorfindel looked across the room at one of the extraordinarily large tapestries that hung across the back of the stage area at the front of the room. It was a map of Lindon, skillfully done, that had once hung in King Gil-Galad’s throne room. “Do you think Elrond is in over his head?”
“I think he is going to need to be cautious. I think he needs to be careful so as not to alienate Elladan. I think he is making a sacrifice in his own life in doing this. I think he is going to have to tread carefully around Artanis.” Erestor rolled onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. “I offered him a scandal to keep prying eyes away from him if he wished.”
“Did you? What sort of scandal?”
“Something scandalous.” Erestor watched a spider that was crawling around the top of one of the massive pillars in the room, weaving a web to lay her nest of eggs. “An affair of some sort.”
“Your affairs are hardly scandalous anymore. Everyone knows to lock their daughters – and their wives – away from you.”
“And sisters,” added Erestor mischievously.
Glorfindel nodded in agreement. “You need to find something that will actually interest people. There is nothing exciting or different about you chasing after a spritely young maiden.”
“For me there is.”
The drumming of fingers upon the arm of a rocking chair began. “What I meant was that it would not be as exciting as Elrond having Gilraen move into his rooms with him.”
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Date: 2010-11-04 04:23 pm (UTC)You go, Zhie!
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Date: 2010-11-04 04:49 pm (UTC)>>“Your affairs are hardly scandalous anymore.Everyone knows to lock their daughters – and their wives – away from you."<<
Perhaps not scandalous enough, but it still sounds interesting! *g*