*Arrives at the Mindon along with Aule and a crew of happy little workers.*

I'm getting really sick of fixing this building. Why do people insist on building towers? Okay, they look impressive but they're a bloody liability.

*Sets about working out a way to get the ship down in one piece (more or less).*

*Gets word on who's representing Anairë.*

*Thinks the situation is serious enough to warrant swearing.*

Oh crap.

*Not TOO much swearing of course.*

Why do people always ask me for legal advice? Why don't people ever ask me about copper? I know about copper...

*Arrives at Estë's with Morno*

Uh, Estë? Could you help us out here? Námo teleported my great-grandson onto the top of the Mindon and he hurt his ankle trying to climb down, so if you could fix him up that would be great.

He doesn't want any morphiene and if he needs crutches he'd like them to be black. And spiky. Or something.

Right. Let's do this.

*goes to Este's and knocks on the door*

*Puts on his best "I'm reasonable but business-like" face.*

*wakes up in an unfamiliar bed*

*Just. Feels. AWFUL.*

*has a vague memory of heading for the pub*

*groans* Noooooo...

*SOMEHOW winds up down by the coast*

*staggers along, swigging from a can of fortified wine*

*peers at the horizon and sees something moving*

o_0

ARRRRRRR!!! THE WHITE WHALE!!!

*is completely unaware of coup attempts and other assorted madness.*

*eats a pear*

*feels...strange...sort of...nostalgic for something.*

. . .

. . .

*GOES TO THE PUB!* :D

*glowers at his tipsy mun*

It's disgusting. It took her three attempts to successfully type "disgusting."

Must, must MUST keep her away from Aule. It's too much of a risk.

*The tee-totallers have their own celebration*

*no booze, just tea and biscuits*

...

Yeah. It's really jumping over here at the forge.

*Goes looking for Maglor at the party*

*Really needs to discuss something with him*

*Hears a song being belted out with that unmistakable Maglor power and timbre*

*just follows the sound to the source*