*turns without another word and makes his way through the throng as quickly as he can*
*sticks two fingers in his mouth and whistles at Duilien from across the room* *when he has her attention, motions toward the door (I'm leaving) and holds up his phone (keep your lines open) before leaving the house*
*commandeers one of the Swallow's cars and promptly gets on the phone again, to Turgon and Tuor and the other lords to try to figure out Who and How and how best to redistribute the various troops (and oh Eru, did he just say "troops"?)* *feels terribly alone all at once and hopes that he'll be able to better coordinate procedures with Egalmoth, at the very least (and what a time to need a friend)*
*makes his way through Gondolin's streets in the direction of the Harp...by way of the Flower*