Okay. So she sits with them writing down the biographies of the dead.

Maitimo comes by a while later with Caranthir, surveying buildings to see what will need repair. He stops to listen, offers a few short stories, asks that anyone with concerns about their homes take those concerns to the palace.

"Thank you, but we've already got them marked and you must be tired."

"I ran a sleep skipper before Thauron even showed up." For pleasanter reasons.

His eyes glimmer with amusement. "All right. I can't think of anything that requires your attention. I was myself planning after we finished this quarter to go rejoin the funeral proceedings for my people."

"Okay. If you do think of anything that needs me, I'll be up."

"Congratulations, Loki."

"Thanks."

He walks off.

And she pops back to the Men's quarter and works through the night.

In the morning the Elves are still singing, though they've also started repairing the walls. Macalaurë is in fact multitasking on these two things by singing the walls back upright.

I'm thinking of going and telling your cousins what happened, Loki says to Maitimo. Comments? Other messages?

We have been in very recent contact with them, I haven't much to add. I do not think they'll ask after our dead, but if they do you are welcome to share the list with them. None of their people were harmed.

The camp looks the same as it did when she was here yesterday.

She demonstrates her ability to turn someone into a bird and looks for somebody she habitually talks to.

Irissë is sitting in the shade of some buildings with some people she doesn't recognize. She doesn't see anyone else about.

...Not as far as she knows on either count.

Why doesn't she tell them all about it.

Sure. Where's Findekáno...? He wanted the blow by blow last time, so...

He is definitely in the excited crowd, though he looks a little more worried than excited.

...Well, here is how she as-good-as-killed Sauron with lots of visual aids.