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*after the Music Festival, spends plenty of time with Vëantur attempting to catch up on the history of Númenor*

*finally, accompanies him to the Consulate*

*a bit nervously* It feels as though there'll be an exam or something and I'll be asked to prove my knowledge of Númenor.

*Heads towards the nearest centre of habitation*

*Doesn't think this is how mortality was meant to go. All he was told was that you laid down your life when you felt it coming to it's natural end, before the senility and the need for nappies and pureed vegetables set in. He didn't remember anything about randomly waking up in some Eru-forsaken forest and having to hike to a bizarre city, which is built right on the top of the steepest hill known to man, I mean, come on, at least the Meneltarma had STEPS cut into it, this is ridiculous, and who builds a city out of tin anyway?*

*Arrives in Tirion, demanding an explanation.*

*Doesn't realise that pretty much everyone has gone to the Festival.*

Where the hell is everyone!?