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*Arrives at the Mindon, bypassing the secretaries and receptionists.*

*Waves off various minders.*

*Is in no mood to be bothered by the Little People today.*

*Lets herself into the parlour and orders one of the more insistent Little People to bring a tea tray, green tea, with rice crackers, on the double if you please.*

*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*

*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?

*travels to Lórien, as soon as he gets the message about his daughter*

*doesn't arrive alone*

*Disembarks at Aqualondë and charters a carriage to take her to Tirion.*

*Has her entourage follow behind in a cart.*

*Makes her way to the Mindon and lets herself in.*

Ingwë, dahling. I heard about what happened with your daughter's fiance, terrible to do. Is there anything I can do to help? I can spare the time, Eressëa's running like clockwork. You know the secret? Good civil service, you need a good civil service, some might call it red tape, I call it Having A System.

*Settles down on a chaise* I'll have a martini.

*leaves Lórien although doesn't much like leaving Amarië alone with the Vanyarin First Family*

*makes his way to Ilmarin for an appointment*

*waits in the library and occupies himself by browsing through the latest additions to the Music section*

*probably should not be awake yet*

*definitely should not be out of bed yet*

*but has a child to bury*

*thankfully, the lady wife has been making arrangements, so all he really has to do is to make it through the funeral and accompanying ceremonies without breaking down*

*to that end, holds Eärwen's hand tightly all throughout*

*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*

*manifests in front of Ingwë's tower, ready to give him the news*

*has put on her best night-blue robes, wants to look dignified after all*