Loki, being nowhere near Doriath at the time, does not know that this is going on unless someone thinks to tell her.

Celebrimbor does not think to tell her but he does think to teleport everyone home and then teleport a thousand miles away from them and scream into the hills for a while.

She's not being especially sociable these days. She's not likely to notice anyone brooding.

She'd probably notice an army marching out for war but they. Are not doing that. They don't have to do it immediately.

Yes, tell Thingol to please please urgently give the damn thing back.

And they explain.

"Maybe you could offer to let Celebrimbor park with his entrusted Silmaril in Doriath so they're not defenseless in exchange for the one they have? Or can you consider them interchangeable?"

"Celebrimbor can park there with theirs, that's fine."

"Okay," sighs Loki. And she goes to Doriath and says hello.

They are unimpressed with the decision to turn Morgoth into a cloud of fallout. Melian's been in a coma for months how is she doing?

She apologizes for the cloud of fallout; she was really hoping it would kill him outright. Her next idea has confirmation from Ulmo that it will work if she can pull it off. She can try healing Melian if that would be all right with them.

Melian is not injured, just not spending any attention on her body since she needs it all to protect Doriath.

Lúthien is at Doriath's perimeter with its defenders planning how they can protect against whatever Morgoth's become now that he's wormed his way into the earth.

If she has a moment Loki would like to talk to her.

She does. "Hey."

"Hi. How are you holding up?"

"We are holding up. I've picked up some new tricks."

"Yeah?"

"It's not proper shapeshifting but I can move at the speed of something if I'm wearing its skin, and I'm perceived as it. I can sling rubble around. I have decent healing, finally."

"...Wearing its skin?"

Her smile shows a lot of teeth.