*drops the ammended divorce paperwork by Ingwë's office for his signature*

*can't decide whether to be happy or depressed*

*arrives back in Tirion armed with a fancy high-level lawyer and a thick folder of papers*

Ingwiel? I don't know what you care to do, but I've had it. I'm going back to Taniquetil. Ereinion, I had hoped to spend more time with you, I'm sorry. Everyone else who's been kind to me, thank you.

[EDIT] And when I get there, Ingwe, I'm filing divorce papers and taking you for every penny you've got.

*bored* *bored* *bored*

*gets out her make-up kit*

*wanders around*

*sits in the park, feeding stale lembas to the pigeons*

*feels vaguely happy*

*hums*

*getting bored and antsy*

*wonders if there's any gay bars in Tirion*

[edit] There be hot girly smut here. :)

*wanders around the Palace the real one, not the Pillar du Penis*

*finds the music room and smiles*

*picks up a lute and plays it softly*

*wanders through Tirion, shopping for clothes 'cause it looks like she's going to be here a while*

*wonders if it'd be a waste of money to buy lingerie* :s

*charges everything to Ingwë* :p

Uhm. . . .Ingwiel?

I have something to tell you.

*wanders a little aimlessly around town*