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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.

*heads down to the dungeon to check on the prisoners*



And how are we feeling this fine Sun-less afternoon? >:D

*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 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*

*Pretties herself up for dinner at Nimrodel's.*

*Pretties and pretties and pretties.*

*Abandons the initial prettying up endeavour after the results were unsatisfactory and starts all over again.*

*Swithers and sways over which dress to wear.* :?

*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.

*saunters into one of the offices in Ilmarin*

In all my years, I've never seen those Eagles look quite so nauseated. Is it already Annual De-Fleaing time?

*has had the most awesome afternoon reading with Falathar*

*did spend large portions of it appearing and disappearing, just for fun*

*is now curled up next to him on a comfortable, cushion-strewn couch in the library, feeling just a bit drowsy*

*rattles around Ilmarin, a bit at a loss as to what to do while Amillo is doing what ever Lords of Song do*

*misses his brother*

*goes to the library and mooches around there for a while, unable to decide on a book*

*is having a rather enjoyable time, all told*

*raises his eyebrows when Amillo starts singing*

*bows his head to Ingil* Shall we dance, baby?

*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?

*arrives back at Ilmarin from the Ring of Doom, intending to grab a snack before hitting the night skies*

*can't help but notice that the kitchens seem rather busy and that the kitchen-Súruli are running around frenetically*

*ventures into the good dining room and sees that the table is set* *with place-names*

*knows that this can mean only one thing: Ilmarin Family Dinner*

*wonders if she can demanifests skywards before anyone notices*