(crash landing)

[nolfin]

Ai, dear Ulmo, what's happened? *sitting on the ground, rubbing his head with both hands, before looking around and trying to get his bearings* Such a splitting headache. Everything shook for a moment and now... and now?

*rises* Is this not Gondolin still? But everything... Eru... this is not right.


*checks himself finding his sword, knitting needles, a book on Telerin-style child-rearing (which he'd been planning to lend to Fingon), and a pouch of gold*

Where is my wife? My sons, even. *under his breath* Varda, I swear if this is because I said your entire paper is a lie I will hunt you down.


Well, I suppose I should try to find -someone- familiar and figure out what in Eru's song is going on.

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[second_time_around]

*Fëanor's out on his daily stalk around the city, causing mild-manered elves to scatter in his wake, when he spies a familiar face*

...Nolofinwë?

[nolfin]

Fëanor. *neutral with just the slightest perk of an eyebrow, uncertain what to expect*

Some Valar is playing evil tricks on me, I think. Is this not Gondolin, brother?

[second_time_around]

It is... have you been here before?

*quite certain no one's mentioned him being in the city before*

[nolfin]

I fear you will think me mad for this, but I both have and have not been here. *crosses his arms, looking around a bit* The streets are the same but the buildings are different. The air itself has a subtly different quality.

I am uncertain what has happened. Perhaps an act of Varda after I cursed her out. Or perhaps Eru sneezed again. *softly* That did wonders on Kanafinwe... *shakes his head* Forgive me, I am unsettled.

[second_time_around]

Strange things have been happening here, brother. There's something wrong with timelines - we've all been pulled from different places and times, to arrive here, and no one seems to be able to get back from whence they came.

*his eyes narrow* Eru sneezed? And what's that about Kanafinwe? Have you seen him already?

[nolfin]

Perhaps, then, it is best for me to treat what has gone before as a dream. Much of it did have that quality. Afterall, how could the grand Iluvatar become ill? And surely there is nothing in all creation that could turn make your son - even Kanafinwe - into a female.

*slight chuckle* Or maybe following you was the sign of madness they accused me of and my sanity has indeed finally gone completely.

Not that it matters! I am here now, and must figure out what to do with myself. Are my children behaving for once? Have you destroyed Morgoth yet? There is much that needs my attention.

[second_time_around]

Perhaps it is for the best. *because Kanafinwe as a female? that sounds even more crazy than Eru being ill*

Anyone who followed me was touched by madness in some way. *this is said in a tone that's both wry and grim at the same time - it's funny but it's true*

Your children seem to be behaving, but to be honest, I don't see much of them. *or anyone at this point* No, we have not. I've... got some thoughts on it though. But perhaps you should speak to your son - the king - first.

[nolfin]

I will survive.

Do remember I chose my path. *reaches for his brother's hand in a gesture of kinship* And I would choose my brother again, mad or not.

*studies Feanor carefully* I have so many questions. For you, and for my son once I track him down - I assume he is in his office? Is that true of him everywhere? - yet I wonder if it might not be saner to simply accept things and simply get to know everything again. *sighs* That's a bit daunting.