*decides it's been way too long since she saw her son and granddaughter*

*descends on them like a thing what descendeth. with cookies in hand!*

*can't find Kulinaiel*

*can't find her father, either*

*heard nasty fighting and angry elves earlier*

*fret*

*fretfretfret*

*is feeling a bit bored in the cupboard*

*ventures out and sees all that dratted pristine snow*

*does a little dance on the snow, packing it and melting it and stomping dirt into it*

*still has Gothmog's old accordion from his teenaged attempt at starting a band*

*will let the fact that it's covered with stickers of sunbursts and rainbows and fluffy bunnies slide for now*

*dusts the old thing off and heads for the park*

*plays a polka. an EVIL polka. singing in the Black Speech, of course*

*calls Gothmog up on the Pan-Ainurin Telepathic Connection(tm)*

Care to pay your old nana a visit, son? It seems I'm not welcome at the temple; I'm staying at the Star and Tree for now if you want to drop by.