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*makes her way to Taniquetil with her picnic basket well stocked up*

*finds a well-sheltered nook, not far from the main stage, and lays down a few blankets*

*transforms into bird-form and shoots straight up into the air so she can stretch her wings*

*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

*slips out at the end of the wedding to make sure that everything is in place for the reception*

*has arranged for a marquee to be erected in a nearby cove, complete with a bar at one end, manned by various staff members from the pub*

*oh, and mini-pizzas*

*is marginally less nervous as he makes his way down to the seashore*

*is, perhaps, a bit too early but closes his eyes against the sea breeze and goes over his vows for the nth time in his head*

*Busies herself in her room, dolling herself up for the upcoming wedding ceremony.*

*Remembers that she's not meant to upstage the bride so tones it down a little but then remembers that there isn't a bride in this wedding.*

*Incessantly repeats scales and arpeggios as part of a last minute practise routine.*