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*Has been hiding in her bedroom since the sun failed to rise on cue.*

*Past experience has told her that sudden, inexplicable darkness can also be accompanied by massive, unstoppable walls of water.*

*Scowls at the door as she hears footsteps outside it.*

I'M NOT COMING OUT.

*after the Music Festival, spends plenty of time with Vëantur attempting to catch up on the history of Númenor*

*finally, accompanies him to the Consulate*

*a bit nervously* It feels as though there'll be an exam or something and I'll be asked to prove my knowledge of Númenor.

*as the night grows ever later, wanders around the festival grounds*

*finally, as the music takes on a more mellow timbre, beneath the stars, stands on the very edge of the dance area and watches the various dancers, smiling slightly to herself*

*Rides out of the Easterling camp with Pharazôn and Barahir.*

*Chatters away nineteen to the dozen with the latter.*

So anyway you left and we didn't know WHERE you'd gone so then me and some of the other gels said, well, we're not waiting around to get murdered in our beds by orcs so I said, right, let's arm ourselves, how hard can it be, the pointy bit goes in the orc and I decided to lead them off to somewhere safer. Well, it wasn't very safe on the road because there were orcs and Easterlings EVERYWHERE and some of us got lost, or killed, or wounded, or sick or lost and killed and wounded but eventually I got to Brethil? And Haleth gave us sanctuary there just before she died. Haleth's been rehoused too, she's a lovely gel.

Anyhoo, I wake here and gadzooks, would you believe it, mortals get a second roll of the dice too, never thought I'd see the day, so anyway, rehousing or no, I needed a job and Pharazôn over there obliged. At first I thought he wanted me to baby-sit his boy but no, it wasn't really like that, I was more like an armed to the teeth nanny of doom, and besides, it turned out the little chap did need some hard-core protecting because Sauron does NOT get on with the Boss at ALL

So that's what I've been up to, it's been fine and dandy all told, until Boss decided to make me ambassador to the Easterlings, we have a treaty with them now and let me tell you, they're a stubborn lot, don't like women at all, it's dashed silly if you ask me but no one ever does.

And then I find out that Beren has been rehoused too! Only he's a gel. That happens sometimes, chaps come back as gels, gels come back as chaps, chaps come back as chaps but then turn into gels. I was half expecting you to come back as a gel for a while there but you're a chap so it's all good...

*Gets a somewhat garbled message from an Easterling runner.*

*Something about a beheading, Emeldir and a scruffy Dunadan who calls her "baby."*

*Gathers together a small escort and follows the messenger back to the camp.*

*Calls out from horseback.* Gentlemen! What seems to be the trouble?