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(3 footprints | walk across the sand)

It has a name! Quite a few of them, actually... [23 Jun 2004|11:31pm]
[ mood | pleased ]

The baby stopped crying some time ago, but Nadiyah is still rocking him thoughtfully. She saw Halbarad ride in before nightfall, so she figures after hitting the privy and the kitchen he should arrive at their chamber just...about...

...now. Halbarad tosses his cloak aside and sets his sword against a chair before crossing the room to his family, leaning down to kiss his wife's forehead before dropping to his knees to kiss the baby's cheek. "He's quiet this evening."

"He was not earlier." Half-smiling, she strokes her husband's hair, half tied back and half wild. "I think he misses you when you are not here. Greedy little one, wanting all of our attention all for himself... How is the city?"

The ranger laughs lightly, and rises to pull another chair close so he can rest his tired legs. "Remarkably quiet. Hardly a squabble or shadow to speak of. It's good to have a king again," he replies as he pulls off his boots. "Our son could not have chosen a better time to arrive."

She smiles wider. "Very smart of him. He takes after his mother, then. Common sense." Then, more seriously, "He needs names, love."

There is the traditional running to the top of the tower of Ecthelion to shout it to the worldCollapse )

(walk across the sand)

Ellllllf! Please. [05 Jun 2004|05:21pm]
[ mood | touched ]

(Right after this)

Nadiyah: *wants*

Luthien: !!!

Nadiyah: *clings*

Read more...Collapse )

(17 footprints | walk across the sand)

...ow... [02 Jun 2004|11:41pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

???
!!!!!!
:D

(3 footprints | walk across the sand)

Of death, family, and dawn [21 Apr 2004|11:24pm]
[ mood | relieved ]

Halbarad: *After Gorlim's ghost faded away, Halbarad was left sleeping beside his friend's body, head pillowed on his arm. He dreams of afternoons chasing after Gorlim with flour and ducking soap detergent ambushes. The grim, tired lines on his face fade into a faint smile.*

Nadiyah: She settles down next to the bed, sliding one arm over the small of his back, petting his hair back from his eyes. He looks peaceful. Perhaps she should not waken him...but... "Halbarad?" Softly.

Halbarad: Stirring under her touch, he emerges slowly from his dreams and rubs the sleep from his eyes before meeting his wife's gaze. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

Fill out the Mandos forms at an inhuman speed, track him down, and beat him senseless before listening to any rational explanationsCollapse )

(10 footprints | walk across the sand)

[15 Apr 2004|09:27am]
[ mood | shocked ]

[Continued from here]

Usually one is awoken by sound -- a crash, a scream, the hissing rush of flames. But every now and then one is woken by the lack of sound, and this is far more terrifying.

He isn't breathing.
He isn't breathing.
HE'S NOT BREATHING.

Nadiyah shakes Halbarad's shoulder, then both shoulders. No response. She cups his face in both hands, calls his name in his ear. No response. Without hesitation she scrambles up to slap him across the cheek, trying to snap him back, knowing this must have something to do with his soulbond to Gorlim -- oh gods, Gorlim, what could have happened?!

Still nothing.

"Don't leave, don't leave, don't you dare leave you stupid stupid ranger," she murmurs into his ear before rearing back to scream for help.

(10 footprints | walk across the sand)

>.< This is why deserts are better [12 Apr 2004|11:30am]
[ mood | disgusted ]

*tsks and forces Halbarad to take a bath* You next, horseprince. Ew. MITH, STOP THAT.

(walk across the sand)

"When I grow up, I want to marry someone like you." fghfjdhgklfds [26 Feb 2004|12:41am]
[ mood | wary ]

[Continued from here]

Nadiyah: *swoops down out of the darkness to enfold Halbarad in a comforting embrace, one hand over his mouth* Shhh. We are secret, remember?

Halbarad: *hides his face against her shoulder* I did bad things, Nadiyah! Bad! How can that be secret?

Nadiyah: It can be your secret, for now. You must not shout. This is hiding. *rocks you gently, as I once did my own little brothers* Are you hungry?Collapse )

(walk across the sand)

"You are not lost. I found you." [23 Feb 2004|10:58pm]
[ mood | stressed ]

Nadiyah: *has been looking for Halbarad for some time now, keeping to the shadows, knowing SOMEthing's very wrong and trusting no one*

Halbarad: *scrubs his eyes and slips out of bed, very thirsty and more dazed than before* *practically trips over the puppy as he sneaks into the hallways, looking for somewhere to get a drink*

Nadiyah: *I freeze, watching the child stumble past -- I remember what happened to Gorlim, and this boy looks unsettlingly familiar, so I test this by calling very softly* Halbarad...

Halbarad: *spins around and fumbles for a dagger that's not there, blinking in the dim light of torches* Who's there?

Do you remember me?Collapse )

(2 footprints | walk across the sand)

................. [08 Jan 2004|08:38pm]
[ mood | crawling into bed ]

I don't feel very good.

(walk across the sand)

A return note [07 Jan 2004|12:17pm]
[ mood | surprised ]

Dear Halbarad,

That is very good news! Please come home before your wolf eats your king.

Love,
Nadiyah

PS: This is because he is a ferret. The king, not the wolf.
PPS: Something very strange is going on with Gorlim.
PPPS: No, he is still human.

(walk across the sand)

Eight of 'em? Sweet Eru. [24 Dec 2003|10:47pm]
[ mood | busy ]

Halbarad: *Eight. I could swear there were eight cubs here just a minute ago. Where in Eru's name did the other one go? Ah hah! I snatch the miscreant out from beneath the bed and plunk him back in the nest Mithrhovan made of my thankfully dirty tunics before picking up his sister -- I think -- to see if I can get her to nurse from a bottle.*

Nadiyah: *I crawl across the bed and settle down to watch, chin on folded arms* I heard what happened to the she-wolf. I am sorry. How many are there?

Of puppies and diplomatic journeys northCollapse )

(walk across the sand)

Men. 9.9 [06 Dec 2003|12:12am]
[ mood | calm ]

Nadiyah: *quietly* Gorlim? Are you in here? The servents said you are in here...

Gorlim: I'm here, my lady...

Nadiyah: I hear you were hurt.

Gorlim: *fidgets, scooting where she can see him* Nothing serious, my lady.

Nadiyah: But you ARE hurt. *scowls*

Oh just come to dinner already sheeshCollapse )

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Last straw... [11 Nov 2003|05:40pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

o.o

...
...
...

*bursts into tears*

(walk across the sand)

[2] "I think we should make him guess. But no kissing." [10 Oct 2003|01:30am]
[ mood | pleased ]

[Continues directly from here]

Gorlim: *wanders down the hall past Halbarad's room for the eighteenth time, slowing down as he nears the door to casually listen to what's going on inside*

Halbarad: *I pull on some pants and grab another towel to work at my hair, sniffing at it when I finish to ensure there's no more squirrel rubbing off my person.* I think I should train Mith to sit on him before we tell him.

Nadiyah: *buttoning my dress back into place* Mith is very smart. That would take about five minutes, I think

Halbarad: Where is Mith, anyway? I haven't seen him.

Nadiyah: I thought he was with Gorlim already.

Halbarad: *frowns* He left with Eomer.

Nadiyah: Gorlim left with Eomer?

Halbarad: No. Mithrhovan left with Eomer. Right before Gorlim tied me to the tree.

Gorlim: *distracted by a sound down the hall as he walks by, he doesn't notice the wolf crouched by the door and consequently finds himself sprawled over him on the floor seconds later*

Halbarad: *hears a thud outside the door and quickly tucks a knife into the waist of his pants, just in case* *peers out* *and down* *and down some more* Found him.

Breaking the news to Gorlim...and then...Collapse )

(1 footprint | walk across the sand)

"I don't really like being rescued, really..." [06 Oct 2003|09:54pm]
[ mood | uncomfortable ]

Talking to Luthien about pickles, babies, and oh yeah, the menfolkCollapse )

(walk across the sand)

Halbarad and Gorlim? Fighting? Are we due another apocalypse so soon? [15 Sep 2003|09:23pm]
[ mood | shocked ]

Halbarad: Stupid, idiotic, selfish ... *I have been ranting at the walls for some time now, slipping in and out of languages to achieve the full range of emotion, and I find myself wishing I knew more of the Black Speech so I could give full vent to my anger, frustration and ... No, not my hurt. There is no word in any language that could express that. I don't even know if I'm aware of the pain's full extent, so instead I substitute fury for grief, and in a moment of pique hurl a hunting knife across the room to lodge, quivering, in a table leg.*

Nadiyah: *I glance up, startled, coiling to fight until I realize it's you* Halbarad?

Halbarad: *flushing slightly -- I hadn't realized you were here -- I mutter an apology and stalk towards the table to retrieve the knife*

Nadiyah: *My hand is already on the quivering knife-handle, my gaze curious on you* What is wrong this time?

Halbarad: *still muttering* Gorlim. Or maybe me. Probably both of us. *waves hand in the air* I have him buzzing up here again.

Nadiyah: *I sigh* Halbarad. Explain.

Oh, this should be FUN...Collapse )

(24 footprints | walk across the sand)

Hmmmm. [10 Aug 2003|04:37pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

*opens the bedroom door and peers out, wrapped in a bedsheet, hair haphazardly braided back -- glancing up and down the hallway*

GORLIIIIIM! Are you still out here?

(3 footprints | walk across the sand)

And...it is done. [03 Aug 2003|09:15pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

Halbarad? NOW you can run up that Tower and shout things. :)

(walk across the sand)

"I do not want to wear a frilly white dress..." [03 Aug 2003|05:32pm]
[ mood | restless ]

[set the night before this]

Luthien and Nadiyah have a little pre-wedding talkCollapse )

(53 footprints | walk across the sand)

Right, then... [03 Aug 2003|04:34pm]
[ mood | nervous ]

No rain? Check.
No snow? Check.
No invading armies? Check.
No pervasive angst? Che-- well, as good as this place gets.

Um. I have never planned a wedding before, and I have never even BEEN to a northern one...what do we do now?

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