So she plops them on a mountainside. South continent, middle of nowhere.
They're nice. She records them for listening to while she is stuck in accelerated perception; variety is good.
"I have listened to all the recordings I have of his enough to contemplate improvising harmony, which is a high bar to clear considering my lack of musicianship." She pops him back.
Getting lots of work done. The other teleporter took care of a couple more rocks, I'm hoping the Enemy gets the hint that it's not working.
And maybe takes a few years to think of a something else.
- original estimate in sidereal time fifty to two hundred, narrowed since then to fifty to seventy-five, first twenty or so of that knocked down already, factor of three in the hole, partway there - If I assume I'm not interrupted by many things that require my personal attention one way or another, could be ten years, could be more than that.
To mention or not to mention that if they provoke a war by being contemptible idiots this will certainly constitute something that demands Loki's personal attention. Good.
No doubt. I'll be back in a few weeks, unless there's anything I should stick around for.
Rain check on the princess sleepover. Maybe once they can invite Thor.
Nothing drags her out of acceleration. Three missiles at a time? No problem. Ten? Just as easy. Missiles shot continuously for a day? No problem. The two target cities have effective communication. The Dwarves are grumpily digging themselves back underground where Dwarves belong and where that sort of thing cannot happen.
She pushes; she manages to stay under for three months real time. She thinks she has a handle on the scope of the problem and the rest should just be filling in.
(She makes sure to thank Celebrimbor when she's between months-in-the-hole.)
She visits Maedhros and takes him out wherever he'd like to be when she's having a break.