*is seriously confused*

*goes for a walk in the woods to clear her head*

*is still pursued by those fucking nightingales* Just half an hour, guys, please, that's all I'm asking.

*smiles as the birds shut up*

*walks past the open door of Beleg's room*

*is sure her eyes are deceiving her*

*creeps closer to the door and peers inside* That's definitely my daughter. And she's definitely sharing a bed with that nice boy.

*carefully closes the door*

*manifests out to a point in the woods to quietly gloat ponder all that has passed*

*walks around restlessly*

*moves further and further out of Tirion*

*feels numb*

*cries*

*stumbles blindly through the streets of Tirion*

Lúthien, Ereinion? Do drop over to get your presents. And maybe we can have some supper altogether. :D

*looks for Elwë*

*is carrying a large cage with a cover thrown over it*

Lómelindi! Squee!

*Is. Seriously. Pissed. Off*

*is a Maia and there for has no need for armies or any of that shit*

*arms herself with Elwë's sword and goes to fry Morgoth's ass*

Elwë-nín? Are we going to this party this evening?

If so, ( I have a costume :) )

Orophin? Let me know when you're ready to start your therapy sessions, ok?

Estë? Want to help me compose a bitchy letter to Námo asking him why the hell he let the beserker Fëanorian out?

Olórin? Want to make yourself useful for once? Chaos reigns over Tirion and a little more Maiar presence mightn't go astray.

Honey? I don't know what's wrong ( Read more... )

Dearest? What would you say to inviting our daughter and her fiancé round for dinner?

*wonders where the other Maia and Valar hang out in Tirion*

*could do with some advice about Beren/Lúthien/Ereinion situation*

*pauses*

*shudders at thought of Beren/Lúthien/Ereinion*