*notices that stalwart old Azrubêl is kind of, er, gone*

*gets out her "REPENT, FOR THE END TIMES ARE NEAR" sandwich sign and her hymn-accompanyin' tambourine and heads out*

*well, it's not her fault the mun-harlot was asleep through the funeral ( Read more... )

*wanders to the grandchildren's to pay them a visit, bearing toddler-sized white Eru-festival robes and some picture books about how neat Elves and Valar are*

*hears screaming*

*heads out to investigate*