*is back in Tirion*

*has gone through denial, grief, anger, acceptance and has decided he likes anger best*

*so much for quiet, reasonable reflection*

*strides angrily through the park*

*sits down and writes a letter*

( Caranthire )

*goes out into the garden*

*doesn't want to be disturbed*

*has the papers for his son's inheritance drawn up*

*continues with the rest of his work in blissful ignorance*

Icons

:) Love to that mun.

*returns to Tirion*

*sees that the Mindon isn't leaning anymore than it was when he went away*

...

Quiet week then?

*goes into his study*

*groans at the mound of paperwork in front of him*

*orders black coffee and settles down to work*

...

*peers at the invoice for white paint for the Númenorean Consulate*

It cost how much?

*spends most of the night not sleeping*

*finally, just before dawn, gets up*

*goes out to look for Lomion*

*opens the door and trips over him*

*settles in with his paperwork*

*scans through it and notes down a few details*

*arranges a meeting with Pharrie and Aldarion to discuss a few minor points*

*sits back and puts his feet up* *wonders if he should approach Lomion about the whole Idril situation* :s

>:|

Gimilzor! Pharazon! Caranthire! Feanor! Morno!

MY OFFICE NOW AND DON'T GIVE ME ANY SHIT!