She turns him invisible; she turns into a bird. She overflies the area, looking for anyone who might imminently bother him.
And she flies to Fëanor's to identify her... rescuees.
The festival is ongoing when she arrives. Macalaurë is singing. The song seems to intertwine melodies in two languages, and its accompanying osanwë-illusions are of two different worlds: glowing, glimmering Valinor, joyous Quendi racing through wide white streets, and a sparkling, starlit treetop people, leaping from branch to branch. He has an astonishing voice; it carries. The Quendi are dancing.
Maybe this isn't the best time? This is probably not the best time. And she was not invited to the party.
She goes to the Nolofinwëans; maybe they will know who she got.
"Good, good. Um. The smoke over Angband was gone so I overflew it and the prison security is not designed to stop me and I broke out two people and I have no idea who they were and they wouldn't tell me."
"One of them just ran off, I tried to osanwë where we were so he wouldn't get too lost but I'm not sure if it took, and I wasn't trying to take anyone yet again prisoner so I let him go; and the other one was, well, behaving really sensibly for somebody who considered me a malicious hallucination but it didn't make it easy to reunite him with whoever he belongs to."
"...Yes? The Enemy has mind control powers and he thought I was more of the same, if rather novel. He thought I was trying to bring him to other Quendi to see how he reacted to meeting his loved ones and only stopped threatening suicide when I left him in the middle of nowhere by himself to be extremely uniformative to the hypothetical orchestrator of a malicious hallucination. But at least he isn't dangling from a cliff anymore. I think it's an improvement but I'm not sure whether to just... leave him there."
"Potentially many people, there are more than a handful of populations of Quendi on the continent and I don't know what all of them have been up to, but, yes, I was hoping I could show you the faces and get an identification."
"If you go and find him he will think you are also a malicious hallucination - osanwë and all, apparently - and will find something to jump off of. What are you going to do?"
"I turned him invisible so he could avoid random passersby, but he's -" Here.
"You're welcome. How are you going to convince him you're not just more of the mind control? It's supposed to be complete sensory override, and the orcs say the Enemy reads minds, too, there's not necessarily anything you can do, nothing that could only possibly be you."