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*Goes for a stroll through Lorien.*

*Enjoys the relaxed atmosphere until he feels a tapping on his foot.*

*Looks down to see a peacock looking up at him expectantly. If a peacock can look expectant.*

*Notices it has a slip of paper in its beak.*

*Gingerly takes it from the bird and nods to it.* Thanks?

*( Breaks the seal and reads. )

*Sits in Lorien, close enough to keep an eye on Nienor but far enough away to let her have her privacy.*

*Keeps his trident close to hand just in case.*

*Dangles a foot in Lorellin to keep an ear to the ground water as well.*

*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?

*Figures he has two options:

1. Stay in Ilmarin after the family dinner from hell so Manwë can wind him up even more.

or

2. Find Nienor and talk to her about what was decided at the meeting.*

*Mentally unstable valie or Manwë in particularly sarcastic mood?*

*Mentally unstable valie, EVERY time.*

Falathar has never been dead before. He has never been frightened of death; his mother always explained it so nicely that it sounded like a holiday when he was an Elfling and, even as he grew and understood death and the severance of life, he always intellectually understood that the fëa endured and fled to the vast, cavernous halls of Mandos.

He is sure it's not supposed to be like this.

He is blinded and deafened and injured. It is as though he is in a tiny, darkened room and he cannot stand up straight. Thus stooping, he tries to step forward but is brought up short by a solid wall. He moves to the side and collides with the same unyielding barrier. He would cry with shame if he could; he has never felt this clumsy before, walking into unseen objects like a drunkard.

Embarrassed, he curls up in a corner and hides his face.

*demanifests to Ilmarin, close in pursuit of his sister*

*with exasperation* Níniel! That's just unkind. There may be people looking for him!

*is sort of intrigued at one who's not an Ainu but has Ainu stamped all over him and who doesn't have Music but does have an echo of Music and and and*

*potters around Ulmonan* (*read: tidies up, liek woah*)

*looks out the window* The water went up. *wrinkles up her nose with distaste and decides the time has come to head for higher climes*

*manifests to a shoreline* We're all bailing out. It's all gonna go down in the end.

*Arrives back at Ulmonan after the post crisis meeting with Manwë and Nienna.*

*Steps back into a room to let Ossë go tearing past, dragging Nornorë with him.*

*Shakes his head, resolving to Just Not Ask.*

*Retreats to the library.*

*Wonders if it might be time for another little trip soon.*

*has been pottering around Ulmonan, pretty calmly for the most part*

*begins to get a throbbing headache, that comes in waves*

*sits down in the corner of one of the reception rooms, looking blankly ahead* No, no, no, I won't have it. I won't. It's noisy.