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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2018-06-20 10:01 am

Event Log: Home Sweet Home

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Home Sweet Home event
Where: All over the city
When: June 20th-July 2nd
Warnings: Nothing bad could ever happen now that you're home


It could happen at any moment- any action you do could be cut short by a sudden trancelike state, and so hopefully it happens when you're safe in your surroundings. And of course you're safe... after all, what could happen to you now that you're finally home?

Whether you don't remember Hadriel at all, or you just believe that this entire ordeal is over, you're home for good now, which is something worth celebrating. What happens in your home? Are you treated like royalty or just cast aside and forgotten? How are your friends doing? Your family? Everything is just as it should be and it's easy to get lost in it, even for an unlucky onlooker who may find themselves drawn into your trance and able to interact with you as you mill about your world and your reality.

Snapping out of it is the only way to end this trance, and you've got to eat and sleep at some point, but how can you go back now that you've been teased with what you desire (or maybe even fear) the most?

► This log covers June 20th-July 2nd.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you die of homesickness let us know here.
handofsilver: (⸰ until the stars are all alight)

Tirion

[personal profile] handofsilver 2018-06-23 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
The air is clean, the city is glorious and Celebrimbor feels like he is in a dream. He is wearing his court attire - complete with silver accents of his own making - and he looks far more regal than he feels. Dreams are not usually so solid. His silver gaze passes from building to building, admiring and aching for a return - for a home - that may never be.

His stomach leads him to the baker's stall and that is where he sees a dear cousin. Coming out of his reverie, he chuckles and murmurs:

"Take the lot. Then you will have no regrets later."
utulien_aure: Fingon (Fifty five)

[personal profile] utulien_aure 2018-06-24 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Unless I upset my poor mother," is Fingon's merry rejoinder, "who would like to see more than one of her children master restraint. Still, why not split them with a willing kinsman?"

His eyes sparkle as he sees Celebrimbor, fully believing him to be a barely of-age youth.

"And where have you been these past few season, Telpe? Surely your father and grandfather haven't been keeping you in the forge this entire time!"
handofsilver: (⸰ hill and water under sky)

[personal profile] handofsilver 2018-06-25 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Tell her you were feeling generous. Surely generosity cannot be cause for upset?" Celebrimbor grins helplessly; Fingon's mood is contagious and he hasn't the heart to fight it, "They might have." he murmurs, trying to think beyond the torture and torment of his end.

Yes, there had been good times like this with Curufin and Fëanor. The sights and the smells of the Forge have always been a comfort to him because of that.

"I wanted to visit. I hope you don't mind?"
utulien_aure: young and happy (Ten)

[personal profile] utulien_aure 2018-06-26 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
“Of course not,” Findekano says, giving his younger cousin a curious look. “I always have time for my family.”

The baker comes out with the pastries in question, and he offers the youth a cheese triangle before he bites into his own. The flaky dough is crisp and perfect, the perfect contrast to the hot cheese within.

“So what have you been up to, Tyelperinquar?”
handofsilver: (⸰ when winter first begins to bite)

[personal profile] handofsilver 2018-07-04 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
Part of him argues that he doesn't deserve to be treated like family. Fingon can't possibly know what he has done. No, what he will do. His mind and his heart are strained to the point of breaking, yet he cannot show it.

So he hides his emotions behind the pastry.

"It doesn't matter." he smiles, "I rejoice to see you again, cousin. As much as I love the Forge, I do not wish to waste my life that way."
utulien_aure: Fingon (Three)

[personal profile] utulien_aure 2018-07-04 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
There’s something odd about his little cousin’s gaze, something Findekano can’t quite put his finger on. If he were Artanis, uncommonly gifted in mind-speech and not at all hesitant in using it, he might have reached out to find what exactly was going on. As it is, though....

“Of course you don’t,” he says, tucking a frown away, “and I hope you’re enjoying yourself in the meantime. They aren’t working you too hard, are they?”

It’s not as though Uncle would listen to him, or even Curvo if he’s in a mood. But if he slips something to Tyelko, or to Irisse to be delivered to Tyelko, that might work as well.