"I can't hear from a faraway mountaintop and that is a necessary condition, alas."

"The werewolves may have been throwing the fights to lure me, but it was a convincing throw if so. There's a few dozen; if Thauron was being honest that they are made from Men they're very inexperienced. I think Melian could prevent me from silencing a place in her turf, particularly if I were fighting simultaneously, but I don't know how she in Doriath stacks up against Thauron in the desert. I will not be too distracted to move and strike but it might make a difference if I'm concentrating on illusion simultaneously."

"Anyone we lose we're going to get back someday," he says. "We're going to win this war and find a way to break the dead out of Mandos. I don't know if that will help your concentration."

"It does a bit, yes."

"Do you want to attempt this?"

"On balance, if you're optimistic, yes."

He nods. "All right. Information security is going to pose a challenge for informed consent for the people we're sending. Canafinwë, Turkafinwë, each of you individually reach out to and ask ten people, leave camp with them on a convincing pretext, meet here -" he sends an osanwë image - "Loki, leave camp after we've confirmed for you that the Ainur can make oaths, wrap around and meet them. Huan goes with Turkafinwë everywhere so no one will find his absence suspect. If you succeed you should continue across the mountains, deal with the werewolves, and help the Men, but I'd appreciate it if someone communicated the outcome and casualties to us as quickly as possible."

Nod.

They trickle in a short time later. Twenty people. I'm teaching birds to fly, you're sparring with Huan? Tyelcormo says.

Her audience is appreciative, too. Macalaurë is smiling widely. I have a generalized 'do the thing you're doing, but with more power' song if you'd like that one for ice powers, he says. It's not much use for regular sword-swinging until one's had a lot of practice with it, tends to overbalance you.

I would like that, although I may not be able to use it in this case if it'll make it hard to swing a weapon around. Although if the problem is overbalancing per se - She takes Lævateinn from her belt. Turns it into a greatsword twice her height, slims it down into a rapier. I might be better able to compensate for that than most people.

He laughs delightedly. I can sing and throw birds in the air; want to take a copy now, practice with Huan, see if you're able to adjust sufficiently quickly?

Sounds great.

So he sings while Tyelcormo flutters above them projecting the motor skills of swifts to their learning audience.

And she copies, and sticks that one in one ear and the perception spell in the other, and does a little drill to see how her grace and control over the weight and shape of her weapon compensate for the song's oomph.

It takes some practice, but certainly won't take months of it; after a little while she's moving Lævateinn with a great deal of power and only a little clumsily.

...She wasn't expecting to ever have to do this, but she tries casting her grace spell on herself again.

Macalaurë's watching sympathetically. Most people try it once and then ask me not to do it because they can't expect me to be singing it right when they're fighting. I should have proposed it sooner.

It's not making me nearly as clumsy as I was when I was little, but it's also not responding to the same solution. I can maybe turn it on and off depending on whether I'm going for power versus maneuvering. Or just skip sleep on the trip to practice.

We can all safely skip sleep from now to the fight, if we're prepared to be very tired afterwards.

You can, I'm not a Quendi. Keeling over mid-combat because I had the poor sense to blink seems like a worst case scenario.