*sweeps half the contents covering the actual desktop onto the floor in his frustration (without even really meaning to cause that kind of damage)*
*gives the Harp folder up for a lost cause and, still steaming, opens up what can only be Ecthelion's appointment calendar* *or what is masquerading as a calendar, but actually appears to be some sort of intricate Tetris puzzle, or maybe one of those games where if you take one block out, the rest will fall*
*his foul mood dissipating instantly in favor of pure shock* Oh holy fuck.