(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]

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.