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Tuesday, January 14th, 2003
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1:17 am - Sorrow and italics
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| Thursday, January 9th, 2003
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11:01 am - Alone in the watchtower, watching the moonset
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The warrior reads a mysterious parchment, which he has kept hidden from the others.
Fury burns behind his grey eyes, but also resolve. He knows what he must do. For the sake of his daughter, his brother-- for all of his family. The curse must end, once and for all.
He pulls out a quill and ink from the jumble on someone's writing table-- puzzling briefly over how there can even be a writing table in Edoras-- and spends the final hours before dawn penning a long letter.
He ponders the difficult decision of whether or not to talk to Eomer and Faramir about where he is going, but finally decides against it. He knows that they would insist on going with him, and that this is a quest that he must face alone. It must end. He cannot allow his family to suffer under this curse any longer. Either he will take her, or she will... take him. He suffers even more about the promise he had made to his daughter upon returning "No more quests, no more journeys." But what is he to do? He can only hope that she will forgive him for putting himself in this peril. It is her life he seeks to protect, and must.
His sword and dagger lie ready. When the time comes he will kiss his daughter farewell and ride off to the appointed place. Somehow he knew it would come to this. The Spider Bitch does not curse in vain. He laughs bitterly.
When he finishes the missive, he seals it in an envelope along with the parchment that was sent to him, and places it where he know it will be found, though not immediately.
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| Tuesday, January 7th, 2003
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12:36 pm - ALCAWYN!!!!
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ALCAWYN!!!!
Holyfuckingeru I cannot believe this has come to pass. My daughter!!!
If you get this message, go find Mumma right now, and STAY WITH HER!!! You will sleep in her bed until I get there. Okay?? Don't worrry Sweetie, Dadddy has not gone mad......
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11:11 am - Holy fucking Eru, please tell me that this is not happening....
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Riding off into the darkness after receiving a message from Eomer, at full gallop, hoping that it will not be too late when he arrives in Edoras, the warrior tries in his mind to build some kind of strategy.
She is back. The worst has come to pass. No, not the worst. Not yet. There must be hope. There must be a way to get through to her, to find her weakness, and divert her away from the rest family. Especially Alcawyn....
The thought of her even approaching his daughter makes his blood run cold. The connection is there, much as he despises to face it. He knows what she is thinking. And he knows that Alcawyn, innocent and still asleep, is not even aware of it.
She shall not pass. He grits his teeth and rides harder and faster.
A hastily written letter is left behind for Legolas:
Beloved Elf,
Hide yourself. Hide yourself well. Do not follow me to Edoras-- Mirkwood would be best. I will explain later.
I cherish you.
Love,
Boromir
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| Sunday, December 29th, 2002
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9:24 pm - Eomer: Important News
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Eomer, my dearest love, isn't it amazing how swiftly fate changes us all? I have some important news, a happy blossoming of love which was both unexpected and yet feels inevitable and long overdue. I want to share the good news with everyone-- but first and most importantly with you, and with our beautiful daughter.
You are still my soul-bond, and I will always and forever honor everything that we have shared together. That will never go away.
And yet there is a dear one from my past whom, I think you will likely agree, is also my soul-bond and true-love, and it is time that I honor that and join myself to him again. I have longed for the happiness you have found with Luthien, and that my brother has found at last with Haldir. (Hmmm! It has just occured to me that now all of us are Elf-Fanciers!) As it turns out, it has been there for me all along, in the shape of a beautiful and tenderhearted elf, but I guess I was just too much of a lunkhead to realize it. You have taught me wisdom in the past few days Eomer (without having to use rope or any of Bibi's clever knots, I might add), and I owe you a great debt of thanks. You have made me a better person, and it largely because of you that I am able to go forward again.
Tonight my beloved Legolas and I will dine together and make official our bethrothal. It will be a happy night, and I would be honored if you could be there. Please join us, and please bring our sweet Alcawyn.
With Love,
Boromir, Lord of Gondor
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| Friday, December 27th, 2002
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1:43 am - Celebrimbor
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| Thursday, December 26th, 2002
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9:02 am - Writing Letters by the Great Hall Fire
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Since the warrior's mun is working from a really, really slow machine, he decides to forgo the links and simply lays out various wrapped gifts of Tibetan armor, Mongolian swords, golden prayerwheels, pashmina cloaks, lapis jewelry, and naughty artwork from India under the tree for his family and friends to find.
The household is asleep, the fire crackling brightly, and outside the winter wind blows softly against the shutters. A good time for writing letters, really.
Dear Eomer,
This is just a short message, since I am not sure when you will return to the keep. I will leave it in our usual place-- I know you will look there, I know you will find it.
First, I want to thank you again for your gift. I know what steeds mean to you and to your family, and I am moved beyond words that you would give me such a gift. I feel your love in it, and I am moved to tenderness.
I love you my friend... my ebloved... and I think the best way for me to show that and recognize our soul bond is for me to accept what has changed. It isn't easy for me. You know that. I would love to talk more with you when you are ready, and I will try to not be so needy. Although I am sad to see our relationship change, maybe it is for the better.
I am happy for you and Luthien. I am happy for the joy that you share. It may very well be that I am not meant to have what you two are able share, but I can accept that. Please stay close to me, somehow. Don't go away. I promise you... and this is my most solemn vow to both you and to our daughter... that I am here in Arda to stay.
I will never leave agin.
Love,
Boromir
Dear Lothiriel,
My darling cousin, please read further bfore you throw this missive on the fire and curse my name. I never meant to hurt you, but I fear that I have, and it is time for me to take responsibility for that. I am sorry for anything I have done that has caused you pain. Will you meet me and talk?
I love you, my sweet bone, and I always have. Things are changing, and I want us to at least be on speaking terms again.
I await your missive,
Love,
Boromir
Dear Legolas,
Merry Erumas, my dear one! I am sending you the best of all of the pashmina cloaks I found in Tibet, and I hope it finds you well. I miss you terribly, more than I can even begin to express. Are you coming this way soon? Please let's spend some time together.
Love,
Boromir
Dear Haldir,
Please come and see me at your earliest chance. I am very worried about Faramir, and I know you are concerned as well. Your bond with him is likely closer than mine-- there is something in this that feels to me to be in shadow, unknowable, and I am hoping that maybe together we can understand what this is about and help him. I am very uneasy. This feeling just bwill not leave. Please talk to me....
Thank you,
Boromir
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| Tuesday, December 17th, 2002
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3:58 pm - Breakfast with my daughter
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*Flip*
Would you like wildberries with that Snookums? Here we go.... I think Jade might also be coming to join us soon. And I hope Lothiriel. She and I need to talk about some things.
*laying a out a platter a dutch pancakes drizzled with honey and butter, then closing the large diamond pane window as a gentle rain begins to fall outside. Looking out over the White City, bathed in the lovely half-light of a rainy afternoon. The looking over at my daughter, smiling and draped prettily in all her new colorful pashmina shawls, amazed at what a beautiful young lady she has become.*
It is so good to be back. I want you to know darling, that I love you more than anyone. More than this whole city. More than all of Arda and everything outside of it.
Uhmmm... you have butter on your nose....
*Smiling happily*
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10:23 am - Returning to Gondor
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The italics roll as the son of Gondor rides up to the city gates, clothing stained from travel and battle, his body weary and still recovering from injuries, but grey eyes lighting up with joy as he gazes up once again to the white tower of Ecthelion.
He leaves his horse with a groom at the stable within the first circle, preferring to walk through his city, wanting to feel again the stones beneath his feet as he reflects upon all that he has loved and lost and missed.
It does not take long to reach the center, and his heart jumps as he once again gazes upon the old familiar Steward's quarters. He wonders what he will find here. Who will be there to greet him? Will anything be the same?
He prepares himself for what must inevitably be: Eomer is not one to wait, and will have certainly given up on ever seeing him again. His father.... Will his father even recognize him now? And where will he find Legolas? Faramir and the lovely Isildur? Will they even be here, or will they simply be going on with their lives in Ithilien? Beruthiel..... Has she escaped from that husband of hers? Does she still think of Gondor as home?
Most of all: Will his daughter, now no longer a child, forgive him this for this long and impossible journey to the other side of the world and back? However unavoidable it was, it has been far too long.
Some things that are lost can never be found again....
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| Tuesday, September 24th, 2002
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2:33 pm - A pet bunny for little Alacwyn!!
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Only the best for my little girl.
And only a Rohirrhim mistress for my dear father, who seems to have been transformed into a fluffy bunny and is resisting mine and Faramir's efforts to cure him.
Holding up the cage with contained a very pissed off looking Denethor-Bunny
Alacwyn! I think it is time that you have a bunny rabbit of your very own! He is a little nervous, but I think you have what it takes to bring him around!
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| Wednesday, September 18th, 2002
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7:11 pm - Emerging from the ether
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Errmmmmmm... *I'm still here, I swear. I have not vanished or died.
Eomer? Do you still love me? Don't make me resort to the ukulele....
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| Tuesday, September 3rd, 2002
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9:49 pm - Oh shit.....
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I just got back from Tibet and I am finally over the canon virus, though I still can't quite kick this cold I have. I managed to avoid the anime virus though (There is an Eru!), and I have finally settled down to spending some quality time bonding with my daughter Alacwyn (who is very skilled with her toy swords!) and waiting for Eoemr to return from wherever she has rode off to.
Now I hear that there is a war. Again.
*sigh*
Alacwyn and I are going to hide out in the Tower of Ecthelion, eat vodka sundaes, and play upsey-daisy until this passes. Faramir? *cough cough* I long to see you again, brother....
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| Wednesday, August 21st, 2002
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6:11 pm - The Canon Virus strikes
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I was walking through the mountains outside the Forbidden City, minding my own business, just doing a simple walking meditation, when suddenly I hear this popping and cracking sound.
I looked around to see what it might be.... And now I am suddenly, inexplicably..... no longer in Tibet.
Oh Fuck....
*taking a deep breath and looking around, then looking down and seeing the sword in my hand*
I think this is Amon Hen....
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| Tuesday, July 16th, 2002
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2:29 pm - Help!!
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| Monday, July 8th, 2002
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8:01 am - Searching for my Brother
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Everyone is safe, except for Faramir, who I am told still lies in thrall to Ungoliant and her bloodthirsty appetites.
Bibi has been unable to rest, and insists that we search the forest where he was last seen wandering. So far as I can see, this might be our only chance of finding him alive, or only hope of breaking through the control the Spider Bitch has over him.
There must be hope, and we must try. My brother needs me, and I must not fail him. I can feel his fear and his danger in my bones. I will not leave him to face more torment.
If we do not return by nightfall, please send a search party.
Preparing my horse for the journey.
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| Thursday, July 4th, 2002
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8:58 pm - OOC
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I have loads of catching up to do.... But must sign off for tonight. I will be back on tomorrow!
*hugs to all*
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7:45 pm - The sound of Boromir's brain sizzling in a pan
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8:32 am - We break for much needed rest
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We are about one day's journey from Mirkwood, and have stopped to rest in a cool and sheltering glade for what will surely be a grim battle. Some of us felt that riding through the night would be wiser, particularly given this heat wave, but the exhaustion of most of our party has decided matters. Rest is imperative. Rest and lots of water for both ourselves and our horses.
There has been no more word from Miranda. The only word from Ungoliant was not encouraging. I did not expect her to accept my offer of trading myself for Mir and the child, but at least I have made some kind of dialogue. I am still grappling and trying to come of with some strategy to crack through her evil-- but I am haunted by the words of Gandalf when we faced the balrog, that there are some evils that are simply beyond us.
Well, we succeeded in rescuing Legolas from her clutches. If we can do that, we can save Mir and the child. We must. There simply must be a way. Word from King Elessar: He has sent troops and has said that he himself will join us. I believe he is to the North with his men, so perhaps if we rest here, it will give him enough time to catch up to us.
Riding with Eomer has been very good. I am struck once again by not only her beauty but her boldness. I have always known renown as a warrior, but I feel that she is my better. We are lucky to have her.
Most of all I am impressed by our friends from Nuzeeland. Merely actors? I think not. They have all ridden well and bravely, and judging by some of our sword practice, it is clear that their work on "making a film" has taught them some real skill in the battlefield. Most of all their love for Mir is profound and lifegiving. I am very moved by their willingness to sacrifice all for this lady. That alone is worth everything.
I am worried about Seanie-- he blames himself for what happened. I hope that maybe I can coax him into a cool swim by the waterfall and explain that when it comes to Ungoliant's sudden attacks, there isn't much anyone can do. They are like thunderstorms. There is nothing that he could have done to prevent this.
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| Wednesday, July 3rd, 2002
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4:34 pm - Ungoliant
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I will make you an offer. A fair offer, I think.
We were once betrothed, and by ancient law that is as binding as a marriage. You are right to be angry with me. I have to respect that.
What has happened between us, though, has nothing to do with Eomer, Miranda, or the child. It is entirely between us. Return Miranda AND THE CHILD-- UNHARMED and UNSPOILED--and take me instead.
I will be yours to use any way you please.
Just return Miranda and the child. Please. Eoemr is the child's true mother and is the only one who should raise him. You must respect that.
I am setting out on foot, accompanied by my friends. I will meet you where ever you will.
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2:36 pm - Holy fucking Eru, not this.....
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