I am a little. Apart from the unpleasant warmth it wasn't that hard to kill this one. I'd probably have trouble with two.

Next time if you're twelve feet tall when you come by I'll try not to blink. It's a pretty cool look, really.

Doesn't match my color scheme.

I'll be fine. Thank you. ...You're satisfied I'm myself now, right?

Yes. We're checking with everyone else, too, though I can't imagine if there were two of them we wouldn't have noticed yet.

You can always ask my uncle to repair it for you. He's good at that.

I was thinking Dwarves, but I could try him too.

Can I tell everyone you're definitely Loki and all's well?

Sure. She buffs a soot mark off a bit of plate.

"Someone must have, because I did hear they explode when they die," Loki says. "Thank you for the suppressive fire."

"Not sure it did much, but any time. ...now that we've demonstrated we get along with the other host and aren't going to march off and shoot them, will you teach us to fight like that? It was awesome."

Loki laughs. "Half of that was my cool magic weapon and the Balrog being blinded and deafened. But I'll consider it if you don't mind me making a similar offer to them."

Everyone flinches and then sort of shrugs. "They'll need it too," Nolofinwë says after a moment.

"And for that matter Brithombar. And the converted orcs when they've gotten where they're going."

"Well, of course they should learn."

"Good. So... what effect does this have on the trial, besides that it's no longer being viewed by a disguised Balrog?"

"I have absolutely no idea," he says. "It invites the interpretation that she thought she was following orders, and maybe we change focus to determining who thinks they got orders that they're now realizing might not have been from the person they thought. She still, unless there's a big piece of the picture we're missing, decided to go shoot someone, but I don't feel good about punishing her for it if she thinks I asked it of her."

"We still don't know the words of her oath. She has to be handled like a potential sleeper agent if we can't figure that out."

"I can't let her go, no."

Nod. "I assume the Fëanorian visitors are updating their host and I needn't?"

"That's my understanding. I don't know how they're telling it, but." He shrugs. "Fëanor seems to have calmed down from the way he was in the immediate aftermath of his father's death, and I'm not particularly worried that a misinterpretation is going to have us at each others' throats. Unless another tragedy of that magnitude occurs."

"And now everyone knows to guard against it. Maybe you should have some kind of passphrase system rather than running down your supplies of personal facts every time someone has an off-day? Or rely on osanwë to a person-target instead of a that-guy-over-there target for sensitive communication."