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*is awakened in the night by the terrific thunderstorm rattling the windows of her nursery*

*listens raptly to the rain and thunder* *positively wriggles with glee at the Musical tumult* :D

*squeals in babyish approval, adding her own chiming little song to the clamor*

*does her best to clean up Ereinion after their trip to the ice-cream parlour*

*knows that she really should bring him back to his father's* *so doesn't want to, though*

*figures she can't put it off indefinitely, so accompanies Ereinion to Fingon's house, determined to make some arrangements about custody, etc*

*finds that he is walking through a park* *has no idea how he got here (did Ada bring him? or Círdan?) but thinks he might as well make the most of it!*

*decides to go and sit on the swings as he thinks about whether he wants to play football or go swimming or or or*

*has been in labor forever six hours already*

*is fairly sure that's unnatural* *or if it isn't? it should be*

*is trying very, very hard not to panic* *has been assured that the birth is proceeding normally, the baby sounds healthy (and not monstrous), and that she'll be meeting her daughter soon*

*squeezes the nearest hand tightly as she rides out the strongest contraction yet, repeating the words like a mantra* She's my daughter, she's my daughter, I'll be meeting my daughter soon, oh OWW isitoveryet... X(

*as the funeral of her son draws to a close, manages to keep it together long enough to sing a lament, especially composed for the occasion*

*is having a rather enjoyable time, all told*

*raises his eyebrows when Amillo starts singing*

*bows his head to Ingil* Shall we dance, baby?

*feels a little twitchy after the main competition*

*once the various awards for solo singing, choral singing, under-eight singing and poetry have been distributed, bounds out onto the stage*

*clears her throat* I know that music is serious business and, like, so is Music but, whaddaya say to a little fun?

*launches into song*

*follows Maglor on the main stage, determined to keep up the lesson the Music Is Serious Business*

*looks out over the crowd and sees her husband/ex-husband person*

*feels a strong pang of rage as she begins to sing.*

*uses it!*

*Hobbles up to the main stage (on crutches) to take part in the competition.*

*ahem* Me-mee-meeeeEEEeeEEe.

Three-four-WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?

*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?

*comes into her new kitchen and sets about brewing some tea* *is just glad the teapot got unpacked first*

Ulfang? I swear on all that is holy, I am going to murder the next Vanya that rings that doorbell. I mean, seriously! None of the worst-case scenario survival handbooks mentioned there'd be ten callers a day. :/

*feels much better about life in general* *shines with great enthusiasm for the night, directing a concentrated beam of glaring starlight at Angband, because it's so entertaining*

*goes down to Lórien in the morning and takes a snooze near the fountains*

*wakes up, blinking in the noon sunlight*

Sunshine? You do know it's winter, right? What's with the heat?

*is all out of sorts*

*spent a wonderful night with her beloved, but woke the next morning to find herself alone* :/

*on top of that, has received a note from her father informing her that her eldest brother has been injured somehow, and that the First Family is going to pretend to be a cohesive unit and visit him*

*has never met Ingil, and really doesn't know anything about him, but isn't about to turn her Daddy down*

*spruces up and heads out to the appointed meeting locale*