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*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.

*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.*

*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*

*Hobbles up to the main stage (on crutches) to take part in the competition.*

*ahem* Me-mee-meeeeEEEeeEEe.

Three-four-WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?

*Takes to the main stage, on Ulmo's arm.*

*Casts a speculative glance across the assembled instruments before curtseying to the audience.*

*Becomes acutely aware of the sudden hush.*

So, what are we playing?

*descends from the skies after a quick patrol to make sure everything is running smoothly*

*knocks on the doors of Erinti's rooms* *baby sister's first Music Festival, yay!*

Daddy can't decide which tie to wear, Nornorë appears to be screeching at Amillo to get out of the bathroom, Suraya is playing Hide 'n' Seek with her father and I think I saw Amillo's Quendë propping up a corridor outside the bathroom. You're okay, though, right?

*after dinner, joins the rest of the gathering (except Ulmo) in the living room for coffee and polite aprés-dinner conversation*

*as the evening progresses, finds himself sitting in one of the comfy chairs with his daughter sleeping in his arms* *knows, just knows, she'll be up and dashing around the place again soon*

*Arrives at the Ring of Doom so he can get the latest meeting underway.*

*Manifests in time to catch Ulmo and Erinti in mid-conflab, looking for all the world like they're conspiring about something.* ¬_¬

*Settles down in his throne and gives the agenda a last look over.*

*helps Erinti back to her chambers* *and isn't that a right laugh-a-minute*

*goes back to bed herself*

*is on the cusp of sleep when she picks up the sound of a familiar strain of Music* *only it's getting louder ... and happier ... and faster*

*spends much of the rest of the night, tossing and turning and clamping her pillow over her ears to no avail*

*goes into the breakfast room at the crack of dawn, having given up on the idea of ever sleeping again* *sits in the corner, sculling back coffee, and glowers at the world*

*Is more than a little drunk.*

*Decides that right now it would be a BRILLIANT idea if she tracked down Ulmo to apologise for the little indiscretion earlier on.*

*Or just snog him some more, one of the two.*

*Homes in on his Music and manifests, staggering a little when she reconstitutes herself.*

*Finds herself in Amillo's temporary quarters.*

Oh my ERU, 'Millo, you are not going to be BELIEVE what I just heard about your husband.

*Notices Falathar in the bed too.*

Oh hey, Flathar.

*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.*

*thinks that the atmosphere in Ilmarin is a little tense so decides to go to Ulmonan to investigate the library and the music room*

*because Ulmonan is clearly a haven of zen at the best of times? :?*</small

*is marginally less nervous as he makes his way down to the seashore*

*is, perhaps, a bit too early but closes his eyes against the sea breeze and goes over his vows for the nth time in his head*