*looks up at you so sadly (I need you)* I don't know how one gets anything done through talk but surely Doriath must try? Maybe we should both speak to Melian. No other guardians of her realm could compare to the Bow and the Helm, once upon a time.
*sits up again suddenly* She is calling me. Come down to the bunker if I don't return presently. I've a feeling we're going to have to eliminate at least a few of those things to get the lights back on.