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*got kind of bored while waiting to hear the latest updates from Amillo RE: the Erinti/Ulmo/Melkor/Dagorath situtation*

*entertains himself for a while by sending random, freakishly big waves towards the shore*

*has moved in with his brother TEMPORARILY while Amillo is helping out with the re-Niënorification of Niënor*

*has settled in quite well and TEMPORARILY*

*spends his days working on his boat plans and going for walks with his brother*

*spends his nights ... not sleeping*

*makes his way down for breakfast, looking rather worn*

*re-embodies on the coast after running away from his conversation with Ariel*

*stares out at the Sea, wryly reflecting on how much easier it was to push her away from a distance than it was to do it face-to-face*

*for about the billionth time* It was the right thing to do...she's better off.

...

Yeah, keep telling yourself that, you cowardly piece of shit.

*walks along the shore, turning his collar up against the wind, and wonders when it got so cold* *isn't it supposed to be Spring* :?

*sleeps for a day and a night after the Festival*

*spends a good bit of time attempting to wash a large amount of beach sand out of his hair and other places :s*

*finally, satisfied that he can do no more, makes his way (without help!) to the library in Ilmarin*

*sits down at a table near a window with a well-thumbed collection of Númenorean sea myths and gazes outside*

*runs his hand through his hair and pulls a face at the shower of sand that falls on the book as a result*

*Wanders away from the main arena as the festival winds down.*

*Stops by a drinks table and helps himself to a nip of whiskey in the hope that it'll dull the confusing mix of pride, jealousy and confusion he's experiencing right now.*

*Arrives at the festival ground with his family, Amillo and various elvish guests.*

*Figures since he's not compering this year, courtesy of his daughter, he can concentrate on more important matters.*

*Beckons to the vanyar and claps his hands*

Okay people, this year is going to be different, we are not going to draw with those soggy little buggers, we're going to WIN! Just focus a little and DEAR SWEET ERU, WHY ARE YOU NAKED?

*after dinner, joins the rest of the gathering (except Ulmo) in the living room for coffee and polite aprés-dinner conversation*

*as the evening progresses, finds himself sitting in one of the comfy chairs with his daughter sleeping in his arms* *knows, just knows, she'll be up and dashing around the place again soon*

*arrives back at Ilmarin from the Ring of Doom, intending to grab a snack before hitting the night skies*

*can't help but notice that the kitchens seem rather busy and that the kitchen-Súruli are running around frenetically*

*ventures into the good dining room and sees that the table is set* *with place-names*

*knows that this can mean only one thing: Ilmarin Family Dinner*

*wonders if she can demanifests skywards before anyone notices*

*is feeling just a little frayed at the moment, all told*

*between fretting about his little brother, poor wee mite that he is, and fretting about being in ILMARIN, ohmydearEru, and fretting about being terribly polite to every passing person in case they might be a Vala or a Maia of some sort (*bReAtHeS*), hasn't had much chance to really sit down and contemplate this second life he's been given*

*has acquired a few books with which to occupy himself while Falathar naps, but most often finds himself staring blankly at the pages, completely lost in thought*

*sigh*

*really cannot wait for some semblance of normalcy to set in* :s

*inspects himself in the mirror and decides he's probably in good enough shape to get back to work* :) :)

Hey, Telu? Got room for a passenger on the way up tonight? And can we stop at Ilmarin first, just to check in with the boss?

*feels more exhausted by his friends' visit than he's willing to let on*

*allows Aerandir to help him wash and dress before begging and pleading to be permitted to sit out on the balcony of his room, albeit well wrapped up*






*promptly falls asleep*

*has heard about the attack on Falathar* :o :((

*decides a gathering of the Three Stooges Gondolinteers is in order, and heads out to collect Elemmakil for a trip up to Ilmarin*

*spends a long time (a short time? forever?) in a deep stupor in Amillo's arms* *barely moves, barely breathes but slowly and surely claws his way back to some semblance of consciousness*

*in the middle of the day, when the sun is highest in the sky, opens his eyes*

*blinks in the brightness, too shocked to speak*

*has heard the news about Falathar from Ilmarë*

*has one destination in mind: Elwing's Tower!* *the fact that it's casserole night is purely coincidental*

*manifests to Elwing's kitchen and greets Elwing, Eärendil and their guest with a burst of information* Oh my fucking Eru, Elwing, how are you, beautiful as ever is that casserole? Ilmarë just told me that it's all action stations at Ilmarin. Melkor only went and took out Amillo's Quendë and Amillo's all depressive and fuckin' Ossë started giving out yards to Ulmo and Nienna's crying up a storm. It's all high drama. Who are you?

[edit] *pitches up in Ilmarin with Eärendil and Amillo's Quendë's brother* Yo, anyone know where the sick Quendë is?

*is wandering along an unfamiliar shoreline, wondering where in Arda he's gotten himself to, when he finds a tide pool containing a type of anemone he's never seen before*

:o

*rifles through his pockets, pulls out a pad and pencil, and begins to sketch*

*mutters to himself as he makes extensive notes in the margins*

What an extraordinary fellow you are... orange basal disc, with the color fading up along the body and ending in violet at the tentacles... best guess two-and-a-half inches in height, four inches across at most... oh, and hungry it seems. Unfortunate sod of a minnow, eh? Lucky break for that shrimp, though--you there, sir, stay still while I get a look at those eyestalks...

ETA: *all but runs down the coastline, still completely boggled by what Salmar told him* *and by the fact that Salmar, a true-blue Maia, stopped to talk to him, a not-very-good biologist* :o

*keeps his eyes peeled for anything resembling a tower*

*spots one in short order and hurries up to the door, knocking just loud enough to be heard, but quietly enough so as to be polite* *tries to put himself back in some kind of order while he waits for an answer--good Eru, he must look like some sort of ruffian after all this dashing about* :s