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*prior to the next stage in the re-Nienorification of Niënor, summons the interested parties to Ilmarin, whether they are physically present or not*

*addresses the gathered assembly and the more distant celestial bodies* The plan is as follows. Sir, Lord Ulmo, I require cloud cover and plenty of it. Arien, I need you to pile on the heat during the day so that a thunderstorm will not be unexpected. When night falls, my Lady Mother and my sister, together with Ardamírë and Ingil are going to provide the brightest starlight they can. I want glare and I want sound and I want a wall of Music between the ground and Isil. I want the brightest and loudest thunderstorm these skies have seen. I want the enemy to have to shield his eyes and cover his ears.

*paces up and down a corridor in Ilmarin*

*is ever so slightly freaked out*

*first, her alarming Music showed up*

*second, the entire palace become flooded with Nienna's Music*

*third, something began to scream*

*pace pace pace*

*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.