*pauses when you do, her brows knitting in a faint frown; she does recall the news of the lockdown in Gondolin, and the faint scream of some dissonant creature's violent end, but it's not as though she keeps up with the pantheon grapevine* I wasn't aware you were so closely involved... I never met Thuringwethil, on Arda, but she did stray too close to the realm on occasion. *distastefully* Good riddance to the other, as well. Fallen Fire casts the most dreadful clamor.
*glances at Arandur (sweet and beautiful and well-loved) and then at you, her own child in all ways but the most technical* *reaches up to lay her palm against your cheek* I am so proud of you. The man you have become. *smiles* The Vala you are learning to be.