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*Saunters around the up-market end of Tirion's business district, so she can investigate this phenomenon known as "post Manwëmas sales."*

*Seeing as her father's festival has resulted in bargain after bargain, decides that father must a be benevolent deity indeed.*

*Suddenly stops in her tracks when she hears something horrible.*

*Drops her shopping and heads towards the source of the Discord.*

*Stops by the palace gates and speaks to the guards in a tone that implies the valie will brook no argument.*

Let me in.

Edit: *Contacts her father for advice/help/comfort/all of the above while she faces off against Melkor.*

*Is not scared, is not scared. Much</small.*

*has by now returned to the Palace*

*is really starting to feel the pain of being crammed into such a small body* *rather likes the taste of blood, generally, but coughing it up is highly unpleasant* >.<

*on the plus side, feels quite ready to re-manifest His fana* \:D/

*has a little business to take care of before He does so, though*

*purposefully makes His way toward the administrative wing*

*likes winter*

*everything's freezing, bleak and looking dead*

*and you get those nice long nights for extra stalking and menacing excursions*

*lurks under some trees in the park, waiting for a suitable target*

*obtains a pretty decent Melkormas haul from various bloodthirsty relatives murdering families for meals and dumping some of their Manwemas gifts with herself along with an abundance of severed heads and limbs*

*curls up on a significantly larger pile of treasure and chews on a femur contentedly... for now at least*

*watches from a short distance away while his tower completely disintegrates* >_<



OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE.



*sigh*

*is in the middle of a long-distance conversation with Ingil, which suddenly stops*

*gets bored and a little irritated while waiting for Ingil to tune back in before suddenly getting the sensation of raucous, discordant feedback in his brain*

Ingil? Ingil? INGIL?

*closes his eyes and takes a deep, calm breath*

*demanifests to the skies in a flash of blinding, brilliant light and looks down on Tirion*

*zeroes in on Ingil's position and without panicking or making any fuss, appears to draw all of the remaining light in the sky into his own constellation before drawing in the darkness too* *explodes in a second, much brighter flash and remanifests by Ingil's side*

[edit] *leaves Ingil with Arien and demanifests again* *doesn't ascend as high as the sky* *moves rapidly through the streets of Tirion, like a maelstrom of starlight, becoming angrier and angrier*

*sends out a warning to any Evil Ainur who might be tuned in* If. He. Dies. YOU WILL DIE.

*wakes up sometime in the wee hours with Amarië curled in beside Him, smiling in her sleep*

*score yet another minor atrocity for Himself, huzzah* >:D

*feels somewhat nauseous, though, when He considers how sickeningly nice He had to be during that whole episode* *most boring sex evar* XP

*is definitely in the mood for some evil company and bloodshed*

*gets dressed and sneaks out of the room, leaving the Palace entirely*

*heads for Súro's tower*

ETA: *drops the unfortunate Vanya in the snow and leaves the scene quickly and quietly, wiping the blood from His blade and tucking it away*

*ducks under an awning as a brilliant white light flares to life overhead, accompanied by a chilling shockwave in the Music* O.o

*waits a few minutes, then warily makes His way toward His original destination*

*has heard that Findaráto is back* :)

*has not, however, seen him since his return* :?

*sends some of her handmaidens to surreptitiously keep watch at her fiancée's study and private chambers, with instructions to inform her immediately if he turns up*

*and--success!*

*sneaks down to his chambers late at night, armed with a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses* *yes, sneaks--it wouldn't be seemly for a lady to be seen going into her lord's chambers this late* ;)

*is concerned for his eldest*

*really cannot think of any reason which might explain Findaráto's strange behavior* :?

*heads to his son's study at sundown, knowing from experience that Findaráto is most likely to be found there (buried in a stack of books, no doubt)*

*has been lurking in obscure corners of the Palace during the day, scoping exploring the place during the wee hours when the corridors are mostly deserted*

*is relying on the landlord to steer Him clear of the administrative wing for now*

*collects small valuables here and there as He wanders* *has no intention of blowing His cover by searching for a treasure vault, but figures He might as well get the grandchildren a few shinies for their hoards*