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*arrives at the Palace in Tirion via the Eönwë express for her scheduled visit*

*hasn't set foot outside of Ilmarin for months and months, not since before Laurëanna was born, and didn't realize until this very moment how much she's been looking forward to this trip* :))

*also, has something of a surprise for Arafinwë and his family!*

*bounces her (much bigger) daughter on her hip (oof, definitely not a baby anymore) and smiles at her* We're going to meet your almost Grandfather and uncles, isn't that lovely, sweetheart? They'll be so happy to see how much you've grown! Maybe!

*Heads up to the Throne Room and takes a seat.*

Melkor? I think we need to talk. Now.

EDIT: *Has a singed couple of ainur in his throne room.*

Eönwë? Tilion? They're home.

*manifested to her husband's side the very instant she heard word of her daughter's disappearance, and hasn't strayed far from that spot since*

*consequently, finds herself lingering (pacing) in quiet corners of the war room at Ilmarin, trying to keep out of the way (because this isn't her place) but unable to bear the thought of going home (because she can't hear the sweet little Song that makes it a home)*

*keeps returning to the same adjacent balcony to stare in the direction of far-off Angband, her gaze both distant and withdrawn* *instinctively knows that if she gives vent to the agony (my baby, my only, how dare he) churning in her heart, it will bring a summer storm so violent as to tear Melkor's fortress down to its roots* *is a little frightened, both by the knowledge that she could and the not-quite knowledge that she would, except--*

*inhales slowly and lets it out, swallowing hard* *exerts all of her focus to keep the skies clear, knowing that without the Sun, the Kindreds might at least draw some comfort from the stars*

((Now under new munnership. Carry on.))

*goes outside to let Suraya know that it is way past her bedtime*

*sees absolutely no sign of her*

*does a quick tour of all her likely hiding places (her room, Talwë's room, the Meadows, Aulë's forge, Lórien (where the peacocks are) before manifesting in Ilmarin*

*with a very cold fury radiating from his Music, suppressing any panic he might feel at this moment* Suraya has disappeared. Suraya has disappeared.

*Pretties herself up for dinner at Nimrodel's.*

*Pretties and pretties and pretties.*

*Abandons the initial prettying up endeavour after the results were unsatisfactory and starts all over again.*

*Swithers and sways over which dress to wear.* :?

*Takes a seat at the dinner table after a very interesting conversation with his daughter and his second.*

I think the Lord of Waters just asked Erinti out on a date. They'll deny it's a date and of course I can't prove anything but the evidence is compelling.

*Cuts himself a slice of sweet potato pie.*

*Chews thoughtfully*

I should take note of how much effort she puts into getting ready. More than forty five minutes and it's definitely a date.

*sits in her rocker out on the nursery balcony, dreaming lightly while Laurëanna nurses*

*is tired (those multiple night feedings take their toll), but otherwise? could be considered content*

*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.

*has had an okay day, on the whole* *met Sauron's youngest daughter, who is quite intriguing, to say the least* *thinks He may just have to keep closer tabs on that one* >:)

*returns to Angband just in time to get out of the fucking storm* >:/

*hustles down to the depths of the place, already nursing a headache at all of the noise* For fuck's sake, can't just whip up a regular storm, oh no, they had to make it as LOUD and OBNOXIOUS as possible...

*gets a little suspicious as the storm drags on with no appreciable letup in the tumult* *pops a few Vala-strength aspirin and casts His senses out wide, gritting His teeth at the harmonic clamor*

*picks out an odd set of anomalies in the Music* *narrows His eyes and focuses*

. . . SONOFABITCH. >:|

*immediately summons a flock of corrupted spirits of Air to Himself* Right, you lot. Isil. Get there. Make screaming nuisances of yourselves. I've a smaller fish to fry. Go.

*Hears things going reasonably well up on Isil.*

*Turns to Nienor.*

Nienor? We're taking a little trip, okay? After we're done, the noise won't bother you any more. How does that sound?

*prior to the next stage in the re-Nienorification of Niënor, summons the interested parties to Ilmarin, whether they are physically present or not*

*addresses the gathered assembly and the more distant celestial bodies* The plan is as follows. Sir, Lord Ulmo, I require cloud cover and plenty of it. Arien, I need you to pile on the heat during the day so that a thunderstorm will not be unexpected. When night falls, my Lady Mother and my sister, together with Ardamírë and Ingil are going to provide the brightest starlight they can. I want glare and I want sound and I want a wall of Music between the ground and Isil. I want the brightest and loudest thunderstorm these skies have seen. I want the enemy to have to shield his eyes and cover his ears.

*Gets a PM from Boss-boss that he wants him in Ilmarin to discuss security arrangements for Erinti's next deliberate Musical fuck-up session.*

*Sleeps restlessly until he gets a mental wake-up from Falathar, telling him that it's misty where he is, it's quite warm so it's probably only a haar, and that he finished the last chapter of the book he was reading and it was a bit of a cop-out, given how the main character managed to survive a five storey fall by hanging on by his pinky.*

*Makes his way up by Eagle express and avails himself of the ever-available and high quality tea while he waits.*

*spends the day tallying up the Spring crops while Eönwë's at Ilmarin*

*while listening to Suraya catch her up on all the Eagles' business in between explanations of how to stay close to mummy even when you're disembodied* :)

*doesn't like the look on her husband's face when he gets back* :s

*loiters around outside Manwë's throne room, keeping an ear open to everything that's been said*

*grows more and more thunderous as he listens to Erinti*

*saunters into one of the offices in Ilmarin*

In all my years, I've never seen those Eagles look quite so nauseated. Is it already Annual De-Fleaing time?

*has had the most awesome afternoon reading with Falathar*

*did spend large portions of it appearing and disappearing, just for fun*

*is now curled up next to him on a comfortable, cushion-strewn couch in the library, feeling just a bit drowsy*

*is having a rather enjoyable time, all told*

*raises his eyebrows when Amillo starts singing*

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

*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*

*Arrives at the Ring of Doom so he can get the latest meeting underway.*

*Manifests in time to catch Ulmo and Erinti in mid-conflab, looking for all the world like they're conspiring about something.* ¬_¬

*Settles down in his throne and gives the agenda a last look over.*