Oropher, his normal self again (alas), can be found in the kitchen mixing up a fruit salad. Because he's like that. There's a nice pot of green tea steaming nearby, and all in all he's satisfied. If only he knew that strawberries were tools of the decadent Noldor.

Oropher is curled up in a windowseat, gazing outside.

He's shiny. Bother him.