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*Thinks it's high time that Ilmarin had a proper, full blown family dinner (now that the fall-out from Suraya's disappearance has settled a little.*

*Soon has the sylphs running around like mad things getting the dining room ready.*

*Sends out a cheerful telepathic summons to his nearest and dearest, telling them that dinner will be served imminently.*

*Invites Ulmo for good measure (Just isn't fully convinced that he gets fed properly down there in Ulmonan).*

*Mulls over his conversation with Finrod.*

*Can feel the familiar sensations of guilt, anger and frustration starting to bubble under again.*

*Comes to the conclusion that he's in dire need of a distraction.*

*High-tails it out of Aman.*

Mockingbird?

*Gets a letter delivered by a sylph.*

*Frowns in confusion when she notices that it has her father's seal on it.*

*Mutters as she opens it.* You're just down the hall, dad...

Dear Erinti, greetings from the High King of blah blah blah, Ring of Doom meeting on blah blah, you are cordially invited to attend..."cordially." That means I'm not in trouble.

*Gasps*

*Jumps up and paces back and forth.*

*Manifests to Ulmonan.*

*has the fangirls Súruli fairly well mesmerized by this time (and is working on the fanboys Manir guards as well, heh heh)*

*has inherited a certain amount of his Daddy's seductive charm (although it's more of the can't-look-away-trainwreck variety of fascination) after all*

*finishes his shift and immediately crashes (into bed, that is), with the intention of getting up early and going to the market to shop for his dinner-date*

*reaches out to silence the alarm when it goes off (all too soon) and rolls over onto his back, vaguely registering that there's something Not Quite Right about the room after a minute or so as his eyes focus* (so dark)

*puzzles a few more moments before throwing off the blankets and crossing to the porthole to draw the curtain back to reveal a Sun-less sky*

. . .

What the--? Oversleep? *checks his alarm--apparently not...?*

. . .

ARIEN?

*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.* :?

*Realises he just cannot lone-wolf this dinner ordeal invite.*

*Manifests to Ilmarin clutching the invite and goes in search of the most likely candidate for his plus one/moral support.*

*Stops at the bottom the central stairwell and listens.*

*Makes out the sound of singing echoing down and heads towards it.*

*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.

*Manifests up to Isil with Amillo, Nornore, Eonwe and various other heavies.*

*Looks around for a quiet spot to start working when she sees Uolë...with a sword?*

*Approaches*

Are you all right?

*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.

*collects Laurëanna and heads out for a walk around one of Ilmarin's courtyards, humming and talking softly to her new baby all the while*

Mm, smell those flowers, little one? You're lucky you were born in the spring... the first things you get to see are the sunshine and all of the new things growing... oh, there's a fountain, why don't we go sit there for a bit?

*smiles, albeit a little sadly, as she carefully takes a seat* Your... father? sort of? except not really... well, someone your mother loved, anyway... he always liked fountains. *with a brighter smile* Perhaps you will, too.

*feels an imbalance in the Force Music so decides to act promptly*

*manifests to Ilmarin and asks for Erinti*

*Frog marches his daughter to the throne room.*

*Sits down and steeples his fingertips.*

All right. It's come to my attention that you were recently in the company of Melkor, on his home turf. You've got thirty seconds to give me a good reason as to why that came about.

Startinnnnnnnggg...NOW.

*Manifests back into Ulmonan.*

*Doesn't quite get his footing when he reappeares after his mid-air disembodiment trick.*

*Falls over backwards.*

*is putting the finishing touches on His newest experiment when a strangely familiar new ripple in the Music snags His attention*

*blink* *blink* Nienor...

*manifests up to the battlements and stares hard toward the Sea, trying to zero in on what He's sensing*

What the fuck?

*reaches out with an inquisitive touch* Nienor?

*Heads up to his Ossë-free observation room with a book and a cup of coffee.*

*Opens the door to be greeted with the sight of a determined looking valie clutching a plate.*

Cookies, this time?

*Has a worn out, emotionally drained, sleeping valie resting her head on his lap.*

*Worries about how she's going to deal with Nienor's discordant aspect if her tonal Music affected her this badly.*

*Gently trails his fingers through her hair as he thinks over his next move.*

*Finds it kinda relaxing. Very relaxing. Who knew?*

*Nods off to sleep before he realises what's happened.*

*Manifests to Ulmonan, carrying vital supplies with her:

Pens: x3
Note pads: x2
Sheets of Manuscript paper: x200
Pencils: x10
Pencil sharpener: x0 (She KNEW she'd forget something)
Eraser: x1
Doughnuts: x12*

*Takes a deep breath.*

Okay. Let's do this.

*as the night grows ever later, wanders around the festival grounds*

*finally, as the music takes on a more mellow timbre, beneath the stars, stands on the very edge of the dance area and watches the various dancers, smiling slightly to herself*