*has been ensconced in a creative trance in her cave/study*

*realizes she's run out of food several days ago, and this may be influencing her mood just a little bit*

*emerges into the sunlight*

>:|

Fooooooood.... fooooood.... braaaaains....

*has her hands full taking care of two Ainu children*

*finally talks them into drawing exercises and settles in with her palantir, wondering if she can find anything interesting*

*waits for the night and the rain*

*is unaware of recent upheavals*

*also has a large stash of pears. And gasoline*

( *perches on top of the Mindon* )

*feels more like herself than she's done for a long time*

*gets a new black leather coat*

*looks up Curufin to get the piece de resistance*

*decides to check on her niece*

*gets her palantir*

*connects up to Maedhros' and Fingon's*

Nephews? We have to talk.

*approaches the pub*

*decides she's not going to give Olorin any more ammunition for calling her an alcoholic*

*sits with a sketchbook in the park instead*

*drops by Fingon's to dote on the newest grand-nephew*

*and maybe to talk to the nephew*

*NOT for cheering-up purposes, perish the thought*

*sits in the park, doodling*

*gets lost in thought*

*looks at a page filled with sketches of the same face: light hair, pronounced cheekbones, slanted eyes*

:S

*goes on a walk*

*breaks out of the cupboard*

*breaks into Fingolfin's house in the dead of night, chloroforms him, paints him blue and leaves him giftwrapped at Ecthelion's doorstep with a card that says Fingolfin's always had a crush on him but was too chicken to admit it*

*gets dragged back into the cupboard with a satisfied smile*