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*is in the library (as usual) studying too long and consequently falls asleep over his books*

*descends into murky dreams of a smothering, torturous force and stirs restlessly and moans in empathy*

*starts awake suddenly and leaps to his feet, gasping for air and flailing at imaginary choking hands, ripping--tearing--shredding--

--shredding--*

*looks down at his own clothing in his hands and blinks* *his three sizes too small, tight, restrictive clothing*

. . .

*laughs a little nervously at the small crowd of people staring at him open-mouthed and quickly wraps himself up in a nearby convenient window drapery* >.>

*sends out a telepathic message* Uhm, Bëor? Could you bring me some clothes? :s

*has been keeping his head down throughout the fucking huge-ass storm* *in fact, is lurking waaay down in the bowels of Angband (along with every other minion not specifically on duty at the moment)* >.>

*picks up on a great deal of concentrated anger from somewhere above, especially when the star-fucker pops down for a migraine-inducing runaround* >.<

*listens to the relative silence afterward, wondering if it's safe(ish) to come out...?*

*flinches and cowers as a deafening roar of outrage, both audible and (intensely, painfully) Musical, tears through the fortress*

*maybe not* :s

*spends a long night with the teenaged and partially-amnesiac version of his (former) lover, dodging touches and caresses and trying to divert attention with every conversation topic he can think of (except their relationship, which he will not discuss, no matter how much Ereinion wheedles or begs or cajoles or smiles)*

*is almost relieved when the storm abates in the morning*

*gets them both dressed (separately) and decides he'd probably better take Ereinion home himself, just to make sure he gets there (since he can't remember where it is, after all)* *sigh*

*steels himself as they approach the house* *sincerely hopes someone, anyone other than Maedhros answers the door*

*can't sleep with all the noise of the storm outside*

*gets up to check on the children*

*Paces around the throne-room.*

Okay, people? What's going on, you're making so much noise I can't hear a damn thing and there is no WAY Isil should be that low, do you need some eagles? Couple dozen eagles with some lines, they can help tow it. Do you need some eagles?

I'm sending eagles.