----- Original Message -----
From: Lainie < ********@tiscali.co.uk >
To: Elrond < hír.e.peredhil@imladris.net >
Sent: Saturday, May 15th 2004
Subject: 'hi from the frozen north' just ain't gonna work for an email going to the frozen north bloody pole, is it???
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Hi guys! (both of you, even though the email addy only says elrond... ^_^;;; I'm not sure I even *have* haldir's and there's not a lot of point cc'ing the same message to the pair of you when you're hardly going to be far apart anyway... =P). Ary said I shouldn't disturb you but I'm dying to know how it's going & I want news (Leg says I'm worse than a fishwife for wanting news, even though it's HIM who's the bloody gossip, but we love him anyway) and such-like, and I should probably calm down now and think about what I'm going to write...
*deep breath* Right. Okay. Sorry for the insanity of the previous paragraph. Ary & I have just half an hour ago got back from an all-day bike hike in the Pennines -- we biked it to the foothills of the mountains then switched boots and hiked all over the place all day; we only got back half an hour ago and it's 10.30pm now! Thank goodness for long summer evenings, I say. Leg was frantic, of course, especially since we ignored our mobiles -- you're not allowed to answer mobiles on bikes. Even though Ary occasionally does. I made him not. I'm a rather mad biker chickie but I don't like breaking the law and it nearly gives me a heart attack every time *he* does. I'm not sure he's yet got the idea that he's no longer above the law!!
Anyway, the bike hike was *brilliant*, we're planning on doing it again next weekend. Leg'll murder us but we don't much mind; Ary can take him. And frequently does. Heheh. (Yeah, they're speaking and all. And all all. It's so cute! If bloody annoying half the time, but sweet...).
Oh, they finally got the insurance payout for their old house! Leg and Ary and the rest of the fellowship, I mean. It took this many months and they wouldn't have it yet if Leg hadn't got sick of my housekeeping standards and gone off fuming to the insurers and demanded upfront payment, yesterday if possible. But of course the old house in Birmingham is a burnt-out shell and the neighbour (Mr PMS! I love his name!!) said he'd be on to the local authorities if they moved back in there anyway, so they're househunting somewhere up here. There's a new estate going up just a bit up the road from me, three to five bedroom places, and I think they're considering there.
Lord alone knows what two moves in as many years -- three if you count the months at my place -- will do to Frodo, but it's something Leg's willing to risk to get out of the range of the dust in my breadbox. And it's something I'm quite happy about, secretly: I'm already going to have to have the front room fumigated after Gandalf living in there... I will miss them, though, when they go. Although that won't be for a while yet. You should have heard the arguments they've been having these last few days, since Leg brought the idea up -- the whole bloody fellowship got involved, even though I've barely seen the hobbits or Gimli the whole time they've been here (Merry'n'Pip have been out on the Newcastle pub scene most of the time; Gimli got himself another night-shift job; Frodo & Sam keep themselves to themselves anyway, though I do notice the garden has looked a lot more respectable these last few months...). They practically raised the roof. And then I had to go and stick my oar in...of course... =S
Leg wants somewhere with at least seven bedrooms ("One for me, one for Merry and Pippin, one for Elessar over there, one for Gimli, one for Frodo and Sam, one for Gandalf, one spare for visitors" -- at which Ary looked like the proverbial kicked puppy and made Leg amend to "One for Merry and Pippin, one for Gimli, one for Frodo and Sam, one for Gandalf, one for Elessar over there and I, and I suppose that'd make it two guest rooms"); Ary sensibly pointed out they can't afford seven bedrooms on the insurance payout anyway; Gimli came up with the rather salient 'where-are-we-going-to-find-somewhere-with-seven-bedrooms-around-here-anyway?!' point. Sam and Frodo want somewhere where they can have a room close enough to Merry and Pip to keep them out of trouble, but far enough not to be disturbed, which is going to mean either soundproofing or somewhere with wings of the house or at the least two gable ends. Sam wants a big garden; Gimli wants somewhere near the coast so he can spend time in the rock-faces and suchlike. Ary said wouldn't that mean Dover; Gimli said well, ideally, but the Northumbrian coast would do at a pinch. I said no, please don't move that far away, what about the places up the road, some of them are five-bedroom. Leg looked at me like I'm insane (I probably am, but still) and said we need at least six bedrooms to have a spare. Gimli looked hard at the ceiling for a long moment and said well, all right, if we can get it down to four for us would you accept a five-bedroom place? Leg considered and said well, if we have to, so Gimli -- GOD BLESS THAT DWARF -- offered to room with Gandalf so they'd only need four bedrooms and be able to have a spare. Then Ary drops the I-would-really-like-somewhere-with-a-double-garage bombshell, Leg goes all snappy-sarky "So you can spend the whole time there with the bike, of *course*, *huh*, well, that is *high* on *everyone's* list of prorities", and the fragile peace shatters...
Still, you don't need to know the grisly details of our domestic crises. Suffice it to say, after the incident with the cherry tree and a bit of archery, and the other incident with the leylandii and Andúril, and the other other incident with the sycamore and Gimli's axe, the whole group agreed to disagree and reconvene to consider it calmly later. (Ary's actually still a good mediator when emergency situations require it! Leg and I think it was the psychological effect of holding Andúril again that made him go all Middle-earthen King-Elessar Lord-of-the-Reunited-Kingdoms-ish, though...). So nobody's actually *not* talking to anyone else, although sometimes things get a bit frosty between Leg and Pippin (they disagreed completely on the real purpose of an enclosed garden and haven't said much more than a cold 'morning' to one another since. But then we rarely see Pippin, so it hasn't made too much difference really). And Leg actually apologised (miracle!!!) to Ary for being snappy about the bike and the garage, and promised to consider it and take it into account and all, and they went off and made up. Ah bless.
ANYWAY, moving on from there...how are you two? Cold? (Oops. Elves. Don't get cold. Forgive my human frailties and my terminally bad memory. How *can* you not get cold?!?! I mean, I don't feel the cold *much* but even I'd be a bit nipped at the North Pole. I mean, you people are *amazing*. But then, you knew that, right?? Arrogant bitches. =P). I wanna see the North Pole! I hope you're taking lots and lots of photos. (Leg said he'd give a fair bit to see either of you all wrapped up in sixteen layers of furs, but don't tell him I told you, or he'll murder me!!). Someday I wanna go there too. I mean, humans *have* survived it before now, and I *am* a total adrenaline junkie... I mean, you're talking to a person who wants to climb Everest and bungee-jump off the Eiffel Tower here (rather surprising all the couples proposing on said Tower. "Jane, will you ma-- WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT JUST WENT PAST DOWNWARDS?!?!"). Or the Empire State Building. Or that bridge on the way into Florida, what's it called? The Golden Gate Bridge? (I can see it now: "WHEEEEEEEEE!!! *S*P*L*A*S*H*H*H*H* Aioooooowwwwwyargh W-W-WWWETTTT!!!!! ...... Hey, I WANNA DO IT AGAIN!!!!!!"). And pilot a helicopter. D'you think Lesz might give me lessons? (Er, Elrond, would you *let* Lesz give me lessons??). I used to want to fly a plane, but choppers are *way* cooler. Though not just because of you two. =P
Seen any polar bears? (Are polar bears arctic? Or antarctic? Argh, this from a person who's going off to do marine biology at uni next year! I think I need to learn stuff...a lot of stuff...fast...!!!). Or penguins? (Now isn't it *them* that are either arctic or antarctic? Umm...I'm not sure...eep...). Or anything cool and big and scary like...like...OOOH, any Sasquatch? Wait, they're mountainous, like, Alaska or something. Damn. Ah, well, any and all news will be greatly appreciated!! Hope you're both okay and haven't freaked too many people out by being terminally incapable of freezing to death. =P
fazy just popped her head in and told me if I'm writing to the frozen lovebirds to say hi from her, and that you'd better be looking after yourselves, all right. Everyone else (ary, leg, twins -- they're still here, arbitrarily: they pop in and out as they please) says hi and sends love and/or best wishes as appropriate. As for me, I think I've rambled for longer than long enough now so I'll add my own salutations into the mix and sign off here!!!
Lots of love, Lainie xxx
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Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien. Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar-metta!
"Out of the Great Sea to Middle-earth I am come. In this place will I abide, and my heirs, unto the ending of the world!"
So stand up straight, and for Elbereth's sake PAY ATTENTION AT THE BACK THERE!!
Sunday, June 27, 2004
----- Original Message -----
From: Haldir < haldominion@crazysexycool.com >
To: Lainie < ********@tiscali.co.uk >
Sent: Saturday, May 15th 2004
Subject: Re: Fw: 'hi from the frozen north' just ain't gonna work for an email going to the frozen north bloody pole, is it???
Oh dear! I really have got to stop procrastinating!
Hehe.
Hi dearest, Haldir here, not Elrond. He’s rushing to catch up on his work schedule, so he forwarded it to me instead. To tell the truth, we’re actually still in Scotland. Erm… yeeeeessss… I know it’s been some time since we left, but we’ve been a bit … *ahem* busy… *blushblushblushfuriousblush*. Yes… what with all the *coughliarcough* paperwork and everything… you know, Elrond’s a busy man *coughliarcough* and he cant just you know…. erm… leave everything on a whim… so yeah. To use the same lingo, we’re busy and all. And *all*. So yeah. We’re still in Scotland.
Good news though! I’ve been doing some research and everything, and this afternoon I booked us a spot on the arctic icebreaker Yamal. It’s supposed to be one of the most powerful ships in the world, and it’s been on a few North Pole expeditions before, so it’s pretty established. Well, when I say I booked it what I mean is ‘I booked it using his card’, but *blush*…
Anyway, we’re leaving sometime in june. Cant remember the exact dates, and I cant be bothered to re-check at the moment, so you’ll have to do with a ‘june-ish’ thing. I just had a look at the itinerary and it looks really exciting. It sounds really cool. It’s going to be like a cross between a cruise and a guided tour. Hehe. Never thought I’d say something like that, but it’s true. It’s a cruise, really it is, complete with the suite and the indoor swimming pool and casino and day-long buffet and all… and yet it’s a bit like an educational tour as well. We’ll be visiting historic sites (if we’re lucky we’ll get to see that cabin that whatzizname built!! You know, the first human to reach the North Pole!! It’s still standing, and if we’re lucky we might actually get a chance to go in!!!!) There’s even going to be a team of scientists on board, collecting samples and doing research and stuff! It’ll be so fun!
Okay, okay, I admit, cruising the arctic with a whole bunch of other people and a science team isn’t exactly my idea of a romantic getaway, but on the other hand, it *will* be a great way for us to extend out social circle. They’re all respectable people, and there’s going to be parties and stuff on board, and we can get to know a whole bunch of new friends. And the educational tour bit is cool too. I mean, we get to visit historic sites, we get up close and personal with arctic flora and fauna, we learn about the whole ecosystem… that’s kinda cool too. In fact, it’d be almost a waste to go all the way to that magical, mysterious part of the earth and miss out on it’s history and ecology. Anyway, just in case you’re interested, here’s the itinerary. http://www.travelvantage.com/arc_north.html
Actually, well, to tell the truth, I haven’t told Elrond about it yet. He really has been busy, the poor dear, and I haven’t been doing much to improve the situation. *blush*. I feel bad actually. Haiz. He really does have quite a lot to settle before we can leave, and I’ve been a terrible distraction to him. Sure, he says he doesn’t mind, but still… haiz. I’m too self-centred, it’s a habit, and it’s awfully hard to break it even though I AM trying. Really I am. I’m a dead weight on his shoulders. He might not mind giving in to me all the time, but the thing that bugs me the most is that I’m so demanding without even realising how very demanding I am. It’s just the way I am. I can’t help it. In fact I don’t even notice it until very much later.
Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yes. Haven’t told Elrond. Now that I realise how much of a distraction I am, I try to keep out of his way while he’s working (incidentally, and this it thoroughly off-topic, Elrond looks so amazingly adorable when he’s working!) and I just haven’t had the time to tell him about it yet. Plus, since he’s so busy, I was kinda planning it as a surprise… you know, to save him the hassle of looking himself…
About the moving house, they can always come and stay with us if they like… well, if Elrond likes actually. Goodness knows we have enough room. And I don’t think E would mind building a sort-of-outhouse for them. They can have their seven bedrooms and double garage and huge garden.
Come to think of it, maybe Elrond might be persuaded to buy a plot of land somewhere near-ish your place and build a clump of four-storey condominiums… the type where all four storeys belong to the same block…. What do you think? Whatever your opinion, don’t you DARE breathe a WORD of it to the rest. Legolas hates me enough as it is without thinking he’s being patronised.
>And Leg actually apologised (miracle!!!) to Ary for being snappy about the bike and the garage, >and promised to consider it and take it into account and all, and they went off and made up. Ah >bless.
You mean, ‘made up and went off’. *grinz* or ‘went off and made out’. Or why not just ‘made up and went off to make out’. Hehe. ^_^
Anyway, I have to get going now. Elrond just called me, and that means that he’s finished his work for today and wants a bit of a rest before dinner. Eeek, he called again, man, something must be up, I’ve hardly ever seen him impatient, EVER! Okay. Gotta run! Send my love to everyone there! And sorry about Elrond, I swear he’ll read through your email thoroughly later tonight.
~haldir.
===
I pick all my shirts to be a little too… sexy
Just like all my thoughts always get a bit… naughty
When I’m with the guys I always play a bit …bitchy
Can’t change the way I am; sexy, naughty, bitchy me.
From: Haldir < haldominion@crazysexycool.com >
To: Lainie < ********@tiscali.co.uk >
Sent: Saturday, May 15th 2004
Subject: Re: Fw: 'hi from the frozen north' just ain't gonna work for an email going to the frozen north bloody pole, is it???
Oh dear! I really have got to stop procrastinating!
Hehe.
Hi dearest, Haldir here, not Elrond. He’s rushing to catch up on his work schedule, so he forwarded it to me instead. To tell the truth, we’re actually still in Scotland. Erm… yeeeeessss… I know it’s been some time since we left, but we’ve been a bit … *ahem* busy… *blushblushblushfuriousblush*. Yes… what with all the *coughliarcough* paperwork and everything… you know, Elrond’s a busy man *coughliarcough* and he cant just you know…. erm… leave everything on a whim… so yeah. To use the same lingo, we’re busy and all. And *all*. So yeah. We’re still in Scotland.
Good news though! I’ve been doing some research and everything, and this afternoon I booked us a spot on the arctic icebreaker Yamal. It’s supposed to be one of the most powerful ships in the world, and it’s been on a few North Pole expeditions before, so it’s pretty established. Well, when I say I booked it what I mean is ‘I booked it using his card’, but *blush*…
Anyway, we’re leaving sometime in june. Cant remember the exact dates, and I cant be bothered to re-check at the moment, so you’ll have to do with a ‘june-ish’ thing. I just had a look at the itinerary and it looks really exciting. It sounds really cool. It’s going to be like a cross between a cruise and a guided tour. Hehe. Never thought I’d say something like that, but it’s true. It’s a cruise, really it is, complete with the suite and the indoor swimming pool and casino and day-long buffet and all… and yet it’s a bit like an educational tour as well. We’ll be visiting historic sites (if we’re lucky we’ll get to see that cabin that whatzizname built!! You know, the first human to reach the North Pole!! It’s still standing, and if we’re lucky we might actually get a chance to go in!!!!) There’s even going to be a team of scientists on board, collecting samples and doing research and stuff! It’ll be so fun!
Okay, okay, I admit, cruising the arctic with a whole bunch of other people and a science team isn’t exactly my idea of a romantic getaway, but on the other hand, it *will* be a great way for us to extend out social circle. They’re all respectable people, and there’s going to be parties and stuff on board, and we can get to know a whole bunch of new friends. And the educational tour bit is cool too. I mean, we get to visit historic sites, we get up close and personal with arctic flora and fauna, we learn about the whole ecosystem… that’s kinda cool too. In fact, it’d be almost a waste to go all the way to that magical, mysterious part of the earth and miss out on it’s history and ecology. Anyway, just in case you’re interested, here’s the itinerary. http://www.travelvantage.com/arc_north.html
Actually, well, to tell the truth, I haven’t told Elrond about it yet. He really has been busy, the poor dear, and I haven’t been doing much to improve the situation. *blush*. I feel bad actually. Haiz. He really does have quite a lot to settle before we can leave, and I’ve been a terrible distraction to him. Sure, he says he doesn’t mind, but still… haiz. I’m too self-centred, it’s a habit, and it’s awfully hard to break it even though I AM trying. Really I am. I’m a dead weight on his shoulders. He might not mind giving in to me all the time, but the thing that bugs me the most is that I’m so demanding without even realising how very demanding I am. It’s just the way I am. I can’t help it. In fact I don’t even notice it until very much later.
Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yes. Haven’t told Elrond. Now that I realise how much of a distraction I am, I try to keep out of his way while he’s working (incidentally, and this it thoroughly off-topic, Elrond looks so amazingly adorable when he’s working!) and I just haven’t had the time to tell him about it yet. Plus, since he’s so busy, I was kinda planning it as a surprise… you know, to save him the hassle of looking himself…
About the moving house, they can always come and stay with us if they like… well, if Elrond likes actually. Goodness knows we have enough room. And I don’t think E would mind building a sort-of-outhouse for them. They can have their seven bedrooms and double garage and huge garden.
Come to think of it, maybe Elrond might be persuaded to buy a plot of land somewhere near-ish your place and build a clump of four-storey condominiums… the type where all four storeys belong to the same block…. What do you think? Whatever your opinion, don’t you DARE breathe a WORD of it to the rest. Legolas hates me enough as it is without thinking he’s being patronised.
>And Leg actually apologised (miracle!!!) to Ary for being snappy about the bike and the garage, >and promised to consider it and take it into account and all, and they went off and made up. Ah >bless.
You mean, ‘made up and went off’. *grinz* or ‘went off and made out’. Or why not just ‘made up and went off to make out’. Hehe. ^_^
Anyway, I have to get going now. Elrond just called me, and that means that he’s finished his work for today and wants a bit of a rest before dinner. Eeek, he called again, man, something must be up, I’ve hardly ever seen him impatient, EVER! Okay. Gotta run! Send my love to everyone there! And sorry about Elrond, I swear he’ll read through your email thoroughly later tonight.
~haldir.
===
I pick all my shirts to be a little too… sexy
Just like all my thoughts always get a bit… naughty
When I’m with the guys I always play a bit …bitchy
Can’t change the way I am; sexy, naughty, bitchy me.
----- Original Message -----
From: Haldir < haldominion@crazysexycool.com >
To: Lainie < ********@tiscali.co.uk >
Sent: Saturday, May 15th 2004
Subject: WE’RE FLYING OFF TOMORROW!!!!
Hi dearest!
It’s me again. Your one and only neighbourhood slut here for your very own emailing pleasure.
Elrond: Eh! Knock it off, meleth! (*E and H kiss*) Oh, hi Elaine. Elrond here. I’m typing over Haldir’s shoulder. (*H swats E away to re-conquer the keyboard space*)
Sod off E! I’m typing! ^_^* Anyway, sorry about that! Oh, just dropping by for a really, really, really quick update. Lost yet? Good! Cos I sure am! (*mock glares at E*) Anyway, remember when I said E was calling? It turns out that HE was on the phone with some Russian big-shot about some funny obscure business deal-
Elrond (interrupting): Hey! I resent that! It was not obscure! Don’t listen to him, Lainie!
(*E relinquishes control of keyboard and lets H resume typing and wonders out of the room.*)
O_o … Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, thankyouverymuch *glare, glare* E was talking to some Russian big shot who just happens to mention in passing that he knows the person who runs the whatever company it is who owns the Yamal. The company boss is the guy’s son-in-law or something. Apparently the Yamal has a coupla sister ships, and the Sovietskiy Soyuz will be available for booking.
Well, as it is, E had the bright idea of booking it, as well as the plane tickets and hotel accommodations and EVERYTHING! You know, everything. And our flight leaves tomorrow morning!!!! I’m not too clear on the exact details, but we’ll be flying somewhere to settle the paperwork and stay somewhere in some posh hotel before catching a train to the port… whatever port … in whatever bleeding COUNTRY it is that we’re sailing from.
Now you know why I ALWAYS, ALWAYS go through a travel agent. -_-*
Oh, and in case you’re wondering, Lesz is away at the moment, that’s why there’s all these flights and trains to catch. He’s off in damn, Poland? Is that where he comes from? Damn, I just cant remember these sorta thing. Anyway, (oooh, I hope I get it right!) his uncle’s wife’s cousin’s daughter just gave birth and it’s supposed to be a huge celebration back there, and so he asked if he could go back home for a day or two, and Elrond gave him the whole week off. You know, him being so occupied and all.
ANYWAY, that’s about it. I have *gasp* less than four hours to pack before he’s going to start hauling me out of the house and into the limo, so I had better start speed-packing. GRRRARGH!! You know, I have no idea whether to be SO MAD at him for being so stupidly, blindly, rashly impulsive… you know, it’s so ridiculous!!! You expect me to just *drop* everything I’m doing and go along with your stupid plans?!?! It’s so damn… INCONSIDERATE!!!!
And I don’t know whether to be furious about it or be taken in by it, cos on the other hand, it’s so…. so... so…. *squeal* romantic! *blush* And it’s so embarrassing for me to admit that I find it romantic, but I do. it’s like, an adventure! And it’s so romantic to just… you know… drop everything and leave on a holiday! And it’s so romantic of HIM to arrange it impromptu, just like that, without thinking!!! I mean, that’s ELROND you’re talking about! He’s Mr Control Freak, everything has to be orderly and all!! And for him to just abandon himself to the impulse is just so dizzingly romantic I …
And if you DARE mention a WORD of this silly ramble to ANYONE you are so DEAD!
Oh. So anyway, I’m leaving tomorrow. E says he’s called and arranged for emails and stuff to be beamed directly from the internet via satellite. O_o … Man, I know he said he would but I didn’t think it’d be as simple as a three minute phone call. *shudder* sometimes it’s almost scary how important he is. I mean, he’s not a public figure or anything, but surely the insiders know how big he is. *bites lip* And somehow it gets me worried. You know, I never realised how tough the security is around here. *shudder* What if something happens to him? *shudder*
Oh, and one last thing before I really must go. Elrond’s also getting the whole ship. As in, we will be the only two passengers on board. And apparently he’s old friends with the captain or something, and oh, it’s all so complicated! All I know is that it’s a blooming luxury liner, complete with spa and EVERYTHING and it’ll be sailing for us!!!
Oh dear. I really need to go now. My hands are shaking. I really need to find him and … and… oh, I don’t know, thank him… this is so amazing… elbereth, I cant take this, I cant believe it, I’m getting all sniffy and oh! I can hardly believe any of this… ever since we came back, it’s been all like a dream…. I mean, we do still get into misunderstandings, but… oh, I love him lainie! I’m so happy! I really need to find him, it hurts me that I’m not in the same room as him. take care of yourself, and send my love to everyone. Will try to write again soon.
~haldir.
===
I pick all my shirts to be a little too… sexy
Just like all my thoughts always get a bit… naughty
When I’m with the guys I always play a bit …bitchy
Can’t change the way I am; sexy, naughty, bitchy me.
From: Haldir < haldominion@crazysexycool.com >
To: Lainie < ********@tiscali.co.uk >
Sent: Saturday, May 15th 2004
Subject: WE’RE FLYING OFF TOMORROW!!!!
Hi dearest!
It’s me again. Your one and only neighbourhood slut here for your very own emailing pleasure.
Elrond: Eh! Knock it off, meleth! (*E and H kiss*) Oh, hi Elaine. Elrond here. I’m typing over Haldir’s shoulder. (*H swats E away to re-conquer the keyboard space*)
Sod off E! I’m typing! ^_^* Anyway, sorry about that! Oh, just dropping by for a really, really, really quick update. Lost yet? Good! Cos I sure am! (*mock glares at E*) Anyway, remember when I said E was calling? It turns out that HE was on the phone with some Russian big-shot about some funny obscure business deal-
Elrond (interrupting): Hey! I resent that! It was not obscure! Don’t listen to him, Lainie!
(*E relinquishes control of keyboard and lets H resume typing and wonders out of the room.*)
O_o … Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, thankyouverymuch *glare, glare* E was talking to some Russian big shot who just happens to mention in passing that he knows the person who runs the whatever company it is who owns the Yamal. The company boss is the guy’s son-in-law or something. Apparently the Yamal has a coupla sister ships, and the Sovietskiy Soyuz will be available for booking.
Well, as it is, E had the bright idea of booking it, as well as the plane tickets and hotel accommodations and EVERYTHING! You know, everything. And our flight leaves tomorrow morning!!!! I’m not too clear on the exact details, but we’ll be flying somewhere to settle the paperwork and stay somewhere in some posh hotel before catching a train to the port… whatever port … in whatever bleeding COUNTRY it is that we’re sailing from.
Now you know why I ALWAYS, ALWAYS go through a travel agent. -_-*
Oh, and in case you’re wondering, Lesz is away at the moment, that’s why there’s all these flights and trains to catch. He’s off in damn, Poland? Is that where he comes from? Damn, I just cant remember these sorta thing. Anyway, (oooh, I hope I get it right!) his uncle’s wife’s cousin’s daughter just gave birth and it’s supposed to be a huge celebration back there, and so he asked if he could go back home for a day or two, and Elrond gave him the whole week off. You know, him being so occupied and all.
ANYWAY, that’s about it. I have *gasp* less than four hours to pack before he’s going to start hauling me out of the house and into the limo, so I had better start speed-packing. GRRRARGH!! You know, I have no idea whether to be SO MAD at him for being so stupidly, blindly, rashly impulsive… you know, it’s so ridiculous!!! You expect me to just *drop* everything I’m doing and go along with your stupid plans?!?! It’s so damn… INCONSIDERATE!!!!
And I don’t know whether to be furious about it or be taken in by it, cos on the other hand, it’s so…. so... so…. *squeal* romantic! *blush* And it’s so embarrassing for me to admit that I find it romantic, but I do. it’s like, an adventure! And it’s so romantic to just… you know… drop everything and leave on a holiday! And it’s so romantic of HIM to arrange it impromptu, just like that, without thinking!!! I mean, that’s ELROND you’re talking about! He’s Mr Control Freak, everything has to be orderly and all!! And for him to just abandon himself to the impulse is just so dizzingly romantic I …
And if you DARE mention a WORD of this silly ramble to ANYONE you are so DEAD!
Oh. So anyway, I’m leaving tomorrow. E says he’s called and arranged for emails and stuff to be beamed directly from the internet via satellite. O_o … Man, I know he said he would but I didn’t think it’d be as simple as a three minute phone call. *shudder* sometimes it’s almost scary how important he is. I mean, he’s not a public figure or anything, but surely the insiders know how big he is. *bites lip* And somehow it gets me worried. You know, I never realised how tough the security is around here. *shudder* What if something happens to him? *shudder*
Oh, and one last thing before I really must go. Elrond’s also getting the whole ship. As in, we will be the only two passengers on board. And apparently he’s old friends with the captain or something, and oh, it’s all so complicated! All I know is that it’s a blooming luxury liner, complete with spa and EVERYTHING and it’ll be sailing for us!!!
Oh dear. I really need to go now. My hands are shaking. I really need to find him and … and… oh, I don’t know, thank him… this is so amazing… elbereth, I cant take this, I cant believe it, I’m getting all sniffy and oh! I can hardly believe any of this… ever since we came back, it’s been all like a dream…. I mean, we do still get into misunderstandings, but… oh, I love him lainie! I’m so happy! I really need to find him, it hurts me that I’m not in the same room as him. take care of yourself, and send my love to everyone. Will try to write again soon.
~haldir.
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I pick all my shirts to be a little too… sexy
Just like all my thoughts always get a bit… naughty
When I’m with the guys I always play a bit …bitchy
Can’t change the way I am; sexy, naughty, bitchy me.
From: Haldir < haldominion@crazysexycool.com >
To: Lainie < ********@tiscali.co.uk >
Sent: ??
Subject: :(
Hi sweetie! I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you terribly, I’ve missed you all! I wish I were back! I know I sound ungrateful, but I do! I hate it here! It’s so lonely, and … I just miss you guys! At least there I can be myself.
It’s different here. I hate it. Last night E and I had this fight… well, misunderstanding… he said something to me… something really hurtful… and I couldn’t take it so I ran out and hid in a spare room cos I couldn’t bear to be near him after what he said. And it was awful, I was so lonely, and I didn’t know what to do! I was scared to death of being found. He thought I had gone missing and made the ship stop and called a search, and I hated it! I just wanted to be alone! I couldn’t bear to be found. But there’s only so long you can go missing on a ship. I hid in the cupboard, and one of the crew found me and called him.
And E panicked when he saw me like that. He kept going on about how cold my hands were. I think he was afraid I was fading again. I don’t know if I was. I just know it hurt. At that time I just couldn’t decide. I wanted to just climb down the side of the ship and hide beneath the waters where they wouldn’t find me, but I was afraid. I knew if I did hide overboard it would be so tempting to just let go of the ladder… and I was afraid of what might happen if I did. What if I did and I came to regret it when it was too late? And then I just wanted to fade, but then I didn’t want to either cos then I would never see him again. And then I wanted to scratch myself, you know, to just tear at my hair and claw my face and cut my arms but if I did that it would leave scars, and that would make me ugly, and then Elrond wouldn’t want me anymore. And then I sat down and cried cos even my body was his possession, I didn’t even dare to destroy myself because I was afraid he would hate me for it. And then I heard them look for me and I was so afraid of being found so I hid in the cupboard.
But they found me, and he came and started fussing over me and I just wanted to scream at him to go away but I didn’t have any voice left to speak, I was so drained I could hardly lift my head. And then… and *then* he asked someone to give me some anti-depressants, and I just go so mad I pushed him away and started screaming at him. How dare he? How DARE he! How could he hurt me like this and then just… *brush me off*?!? I was so mad! How come suddenly *I* am the one with the problem? HE started it, HE said those things, HE hurt me, and then he can happily just trivialize the way I feel and think a bit of medicine will just make it go away? I mean, I know it helps with the pms and all (mine is erratic. It lasts anywhere from two weeks to three months), but how could he do this to me! How can he just dismiss the way I feel?!? I hate him!
And when I screamed at him he went away, and I don’t know whether I was relieved or hurt that he did. I just fell into bed, I was so tired, and I must have cried, only I don’t remember anything. Ivan came up after some time. Thank Elbereth he’s here on the trip, Ivan, Vernice (his wife) and his two kids. And lesz. And a handful of other helpers. It turned out that the cruise was delayed a few days cos of some harbour admin, and Lesz came back early, and well… I don’t know how they ended up here, but I’m glad they did. At least I have some people I know around me.
Ivan came, and let me rest my head on his knee and stroked my hair, and I felt like I was a child again, and he was my tutor, and I calmed down, I calmed down a lot. I wasn’t frantic anymore, but it still hurt so I took out my dagger and slashed myself down my arm, and then I didn’t feel hurt anymore, only anger so I stabbed my arm a few times till I got it all out of my system, and then I cried, but then I felt better.
And Ivan didn’t stop me, I don’t know why. I think maybe it was because I told him not to. I did, really I did, I told him not to worry, I wasn’t suicidal, I didn’t want to slash myself so I’d bleed to death, only so that I would have something to focus on besides the hurt. I think he’s known me long enough. He knows I heal well. Already the wounds are starting to close up. My arm will be sore for a few days, but there will not be any lasting damage. I am an elf after all.
He bandaged my arm, and then he left, but after he left the lonliness and the helplessness came back, and I took the dagger again, only this time I didn’t want to hurt myself, I wanted to hurt Elrond. So I took my dagger and looked for him, but when I found him all I did was whisper “I want to kill you” before I dropped the dagger and cried cos I wanted to hurt him so badly, I just wanted him to feel some of the pain he inflicted on me, but I love him so much, and I don’t want him to be hurt. And so I cried and he held me, and we made up, and that was over.
But then today at lunch I needed the company so I sat with his servants, and we played cards and E eventually joined us and it was so fun. And then we had lunch, and it was pasta, and we were going to have a food fight, so I rolled up my sleeves, and then they saw the ugly marks on my arm, and everything stopped and I wanted to cry. Why couldn’t things just be normal? We were having fun, but now they look at me as if I were some kind of invalid. I cant stand it! I just want to go home, I want to just run. I feel trapped, and there’s nowhere for me to hide here on the ship. Ivan and Vernice are nice, I feel safe with them, but they’re not elven and they’re not family. They’re human, and they’re his employees, and I’m their superior and it’s so compliated! I like Vernice. She’s motherly. I go to her when I just need a hug, and she wont look at me weird when I do. oh, I don’t know. I wish you were here. I wish all of you were here. I’ll be glad to get back to Scotland. Please visit us soon. I’m afraid I’ll go bonkers if you don’t.
~Haldir
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I pick all my shirts to be a little too… sexy
Just like all my thoughts always get a bit… naughty
When I’m with the guys I always play a bit …bitchy
Can’t change the way I am; sexy, naughty, bitchy me.
To: Lainie < ********@tiscali.co.uk >
Sent: ??
Subject: :(
Hi sweetie! I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you terribly, I’ve missed you all! I wish I were back! I know I sound ungrateful, but I do! I hate it here! It’s so lonely, and … I just miss you guys! At least there I can be myself.
It’s different here. I hate it. Last night E and I had this fight… well, misunderstanding… he said something to me… something really hurtful… and I couldn’t take it so I ran out and hid in a spare room cos I couldn’t bear to be near him after what he said. And it was awful, I was so lonely, and I didn’t know what to do! I was scared to death of being found. He thought I had gone missing and made the ship stop and called a search, and I hated it! I just wanted to be alone! I couldn’t bear to be found. But there’s only so long you can go missing on a ship. I hid in the cupboard, and one of the crew found me and called him.
And E panicked when he saw me like that. He kept going on about how cold my hands were. I think he was afraid I was fading again. I don’t know if I was. I just know it hurt. At that time I just couldn’t decide. I wanted to just climb down the side of the ship and hide beneath the waters where they wouldn’t find me, but I was afraid. I knew if I did hide overboard it would be so tempting to just let go of the ladder… and I was afraid of what might happen if I did. What if I did and I came to regret it when it was too late? And then I just wanted to fade, but then I didn’t want to either cos then I would never see him again. And then I wanted to scratch myself, you know, to just tear at my hair and claw my face and cut my arms but if I did that it would leave scars, and that would make me ugly, and then Elrond wouldn’t want me anymore. And then I sat down and cried cos even my body was his possession, I didn’t even dare to destroy myself because I was afraid he would hate me for it. And then I heard them look for me and I was so afraid of being found so I hid in the cupboard.
But they found me, and he came and started fussing over me and I just wanted to scream at him to go away but I didn’t have any voice left to speak, I was so drained I could hardly lift my head. And then… and *then* he asked someone to give me some anti-depressants, and I just go so mad I pushed him away and started screaming at him. How dare he? How DARE he! How could he hurt me like this and then just… *brush me off*?!? I was so mad! How come suddenly *I* am the one with the problem? HE started it, HE said those things, HE hurt me, and then he can happily just trivialize the way I feel and think a bit of medicine will just make it go away? I mean, I know it helps with the pms and all (mine is erratic. It lasts anywhere from two weeks to three months), but how could he do this to me! How can he just dismiss the way I feel?!? I hate him!
And when I screamed at him he went away, and I don’t know whether I was relieved or hurt that he did. I just fell into bed, I was so tired, and I must have cried, only I don’t remember anything. Ivan came up after some time. Thank Elbereth he’s here on the trip, Ivan, Vernice (his wife) and his two kids. And lesz. And a handful of other helpers. It turned out that the cruise was delayed a few days cos of some harbour admin, and Lesz came back early, and well… I don’t know how they ended up here, but I’m glad they did. At least I have some people I know around me.
Ivan came, and let me rest my head on his knee and stroked my hair, and I felt like I was a child again, and he was my tutor, and I calmed down, I calmed down a lot. I wasn’t frantic anymore, but it still hurt so I took out my dagger and slashed myself down my arm, and then I didn’t feel hurt anymore, only anger so I stabbed my arm a few times till I got it all out of my system, and then I cried, but then I felt better.
And Ivan didn’t stop me, I don’t know why. I think maybe it was because I told him not to. I did, really I did, I told him not to worry, I wasn’t suicidal, I didn’t want to slash myself so I’d bleed to death, only so that I would have something to focus on besides the hurt. I think he’s known me long enough. He knows I heal well. Already the wounds are starting to close up. My arm will be sore for a few days, but there will not be any lasting damage. I am an elf after all.
He bandaged my arm, and then he left, but after he left the lonliness and the helplessness came back, and I took the dagger again, only this time I didn’t want to hurt myself, I wanted to hurt Elrond. So I took my dagger and looked for him, but when I found him all I did was whisper “I want to kill you” before I dropped the dagger and cried cos I wanted to hurt him so badly, I just wanted him to feel some of the pain he inflicted on me, but I love him so much, and I don’t want him to be hurt. And so I cried and he held me, and we made up, and that was over.
But then today at lunch I needed the company so I sat with his servants, and we played cards and E eventually joined us and it was so fun. And then we had lunch, and it was pasta, and we were going to have a food fight, so I rolled up my sleeves, and then they saw the ugly marks on my arm, and everything stopped and I wanted to cry. Why couldn’t things just be normal? We were having fun, but now they look at me as if I were some kind of invalid. I cant stand it! I just want to go home, I want to just run. I feel trapped, and there’s nowhere for me to hide here on the ship. Ivan and Vernice are nice, I feel safe with them, but they’re not elven and they’re not family. They’re human, and they’re his employees, and I’m their superior and it’s so compliated! I like Vernice. She’s motherly. I go to her when I just need a hug, and she wont look at me weird when I do. oh, I don’t know. I wish you were here. I wish all of you were here. I’ll be glad to get back to Scotland. Please visit us soon. I’m afraid I’ll go bonkers if you don’t.
~Haldir
===
I pick all my shirts to be a little too… sexy
Just like all my thoughts always get a bit… naughty
When I’m with the guys I always play a bit …bitchy
Can’t change the way I am; sexy, naughty, bitchy me.
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