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*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.

*comes to, quite some time after being abducted by Melkor*

*finds that she is [i] not at home and [ii] in chains* *rattles them experimentally before coming to the conclusion that they're like something Grandad Aulë would make*

*tries to remember what her father taught her about these types of situations but find that she's too ... afraid?*

*lipwobble* Daddy?

*has a date! thing! with Tilion!* *on Isil!*

*has no idea what to wear, or what to bring for dessert, or what they'll talk about while she's there, but thinks that whole conversation was a major victory in and of itself?* *there was a spat, but they didn't wind up yelling or cutting each other off* *it's some(T)hing!*

*heads into town after her shift, determined to shop until she finds a) wearables and b) edibles*

*wanders up and down the main shopping avenues, peering into windows as she goes* *wonders if white clothes and/or a white dessert would be tacky or appropriate?* :s

*finally gets frustrated after about fifteen minutes* *SIGH* *looks up at the sky and prods her counterpart* Til, what are you wearing tomorrow night?

*has been ensconced in the bowels of Angband since His return, glaring into the palantír with a sort of mad gleam in His eyes* (*not that anyone would be able to say as much, of course--anyone who actually looked into that mad gleam would probably be incinerated on the spot*)

*misses His boy is furious at the insult to Himself* >:|

*wasn't entirely sure what He was looking for when He began, but has brewed some choice ideas as He's channel-surfed casted His stone-enhanced vision near and far* *has made a few preparations in anticipation of those ideas, in fact*

*finally pauses in His searching* *re-focuses the view* *. . .* *refocuses it again* *! ! !*


*smiles* *nay, smirks* *chuckles to Himself, the sound low and rumbling and full of dark promise* Perfect.

*contacts His first lieutenant* Súro, get those Ainu-strength chains ready. Immediately.

*glances at the palantír once more, and demanifests*

*reappears in the stronghold with absolutely no warning, as usual, and drops a whole load of luggage and shopping bags on the floor*

MIIINIONS, I'M HOOO-OOOOME!

*continues, remarkably cheerful* Súro! Out of My throne, NOW. *barely glances at the new addition* Dru, Glu Glaurung, 'Gwethil, come get your souvenirs. Kitten, if I were you I'd get out of My sight while I still had legs. Moriel, darling, where's the fucking Welcome Home banner?

And where's My boy? FANKIL! COME TO DADDY! HE HAS PRESENTS!

*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.

*is seriously, majorly depressed PISSED OFF* ;_; >:|

*has spent the past two days eating His emotions, mmm Elf crackle venting His fury on any available target and trying to get the stink out of the fortress*

*finds the binging torture just isn't doing the trick* :/

*contacts His lieutenant* Súro, I'm taking off for some Me time. You're in charge, et cetera et cetera. Build whatever you want in the meantime, Angband's getting too comfy-cozy-looking to be Evil. And for fuck's sake, be a good Maia and don't let the place fall down in My absence!

*vanishes*

*has been keeping his head down throughout the fucking huge-ass storm* *in fact, is lurking waaay down in the bowels of Angband (along with every other minion not specifically on duty at the moment)* >.>

*picks up on a great deal of concentrated anger from somewhere above, especially when the star-fucker pops down for a migraine-inducing runaround* >.<

*listens to the relative silence afterward, wondering if it's safe(ish) to come out...?*

*flinches and cowers as a deafening roar of outrage, both audible and (intensely, painfully) Musical, tears through the fortress*

*maybe not* :s

*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.

*having returned Ereinion to the loving bosom of the family, leaves the house and makes her way to the park*

*sends her thoughts towards her father* *the grown-up one* *the interesting one* Da-ad? I'm bored.

*reports to Melkor*

All right, the tunnels are finished, the foundations are laid, and I've had enough dirt in my hair/shoes/collar to last for at least another three re-embodiments.

I want to go to Angband right now and I want to build the biggest Erufucking tower in existence [it's missing that Thangorodrim touch, don't You think?] and I want to sit at the top of that fucking tower for at least. a. year.

*senses a certain amount of malevolent frustration around the stronghold lately*

Tevvie? I suggest you hide for a while.






((Guess what! A new PB! Criss Angel))

((Presenting a scene crafted by myself and calatha during the long, dark hours of the IJ blackout. Because everyone could use more Melkor/Sauron in their lives. ;) ))


( Angband was feeling... small. )

*is in a foul, foul mood*

*wants to know what the fuck they were up to, playing about with Nienor's Music like they were* *has uncomfortable suspicions* >:/

*is keeping His ears and senses peeled for any more strange Musical anomalies while He considers His next move*

*starts at a brief, bizarre blip on the Morgoth-dar* *strains His senses, frowning deeply* *thinks it sounds... strangely familiar?*

...

*shoots off a PM* Súro? Are you hearing this? What the fuck?

*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?

*is holing up in Angband while his Master is off doing whatever job his Master has him doing* *doesn't know what that is, exactly, but caught a glimpse of some blueprints?*

*is prowling around the depths of the fortress when he picks up a fresh poultry scent* :D

*puts his nose to the floor and follows the scent until he comes upon what appears to be a large, ghastly laboratory*

*ooh! spots the poultry--a giant Eagle, to be exact*

*a giant, squalling, flapping Eagle with only one wing*

*has a sudden craving for barbecue sauce* :P~~

*has been busy taking stock of His various resources and Plotting^TM*

*finally manifests to the casino and unobtrusively takes a seat next to a certain Maia of His acquaintance*

*lights two cigars and passes one over without prelude* How are the hands?

*has mail from Shelob* >:?

*unwraps the package to find a plain-looking black binder with the inscription Happy Vána's Day, Lord Melkor on the front*

...

*against His better judgement, opens it*

( Censored for the reader's sanity )

*perches on a lonely rock on the coast, singing a bewitching counter-melody to the Music of the Sea*


*what?* *is just singing, not doing anything devious* >.>

*really has not been all right since his father told him the Valar were going to put his mother in the Void* :((

*has completely distanced himself from family and friends and has taken to spending all of his time spray painting 'MANWË SUCKS DRAGON BALLS' and similar anti-Valar slogans throughout Tirion*


*so THERE*

*:ppppbbbbt*