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Loki parks in Doriath for another six years. She manages to make friends with some of the people who have things to do in accelerated perception. The Men who started as babies are full grown. The spell comes along and she refreshes everyone serving as a sorcery backup on a routine basis. She visits people between stints of work; during same she does things that she doesn't have to move around much to do. Writes a memoir. Screws around with decorative illusions. Sleeps, when absolutely necessary.
She's asleep when the quake hits. But not for very long.
purposeful_glory
It's not like the minor ones that rattled them years earlier, that stopped when they put the right songs underground. It's more violent than that, and it does not let up. Earthquake. Earthquake. Earthquake. They are intensifying. Just slightly, but they are intensifying.
purposeful_glory
She pops out of the hole, heals the headache, finds being seasick while the earth shakes very unpleasant - does anyone know what's going on -
He is trying to crumble the continent, Melian says. Eventually he will succeed.
Please do.
purposeful_glory
She puts Maedhros out of the forest, first, this'll be easier to do if she's in midair and can just pick up everything in there. She'll explain in a second, if he even needs the explanation.
She plops Doriath, whole, in Valinor.
And then she checks other locations needing evacuation.
She plops Doriath, whole, in Valinor.
And then she checks other locations needing evacuation.
Ground's shaking there too.
purposeful_glory
In she goes. Melian says the continents are going to crumble. This is the time to sort Noldor from everybody else and break for Valinor.
They've drilled on it. They have a lot of teleporters now. They move.
purposeful_glory
And next and next and next -
And then to see if the ground has swallowed up Maedhros while she was popping people to and fro. "Do you want me to hold your Silmaril."
And then to see if the ground has swallowed up Maedhros while she was popping people to and fro. "Do you want me to hold your Silmaril."
Fingon is already there. They're standing on slightly stabler ground, watching the gaping hole where Menegroth used to be.
"I am undecided," he says calmly. "What's happening with the other ones?"
"I am undecided," he says calmly. "What's happening with the other ones?"
"Can we go to the rest of my family," Maedhros says, and the teleportation spell is definitely not touch-range but he reaches out to take Fingon's hand.
Himring's palace. Fëanor turns on the two of them in profound relief. "I need that Silmaril, Nelyafinwe. I needed it ten years ago, but -"
Maedhros takes it off with his free hand. There are a lot of people in the room and some of them are staring but Fëanor takes it from him as if there's nothing else in the world. "Loki," he says, "this might work or might not and I will not have two chances at it, you need to be well clear. Findekáno, do your people want to be here?"
"What are you trying?"
"I am trying to stop decay in a much stronger sense than usual, and freeze time entirely in the area, and see if there's anything the Enemy can do with that do your people want to be here or not."
Fingon pops out.
Maedhros takes it off with his free hand. There are a lot of people in the room and some of them are staring but Fëanor takes it from him as if there's nothing else in the world. "Loki," he says, "this might work or might not and I will not have two chances at it, you need to be well clear. Findekáno, do your people want to be here?"
"What are you trying?"
"I am trying to stop decay in a much stronger sense than usual, and freeze time entirely in the area, and see if there's anything the Enemy can do with that do your people want to be here or not."
Fingon pops out.
purposeful_glory
"...Good idea," Loki says. "I'll get out of your way. Good skill."
And she goes to Nerdanel.
And she goes to Nerdanel.
"I can get you a debate that will last a few decades," she says. "Are they all dead."
purposeful_glory
"Not yet. Fëanor's trying something with the Silmarils. It might work but I had to be clear. There were Ents in Doriath, no hobbits. Where do we go, do I do any talking directly?"
"Seems unlikely to be wise. We go to the Máhanaxar. We walk, not teleport, because we are trying to buy time and rushing the Valar is the opposite of useful here."
"If you can't work and walk stay and work, when we're getting close teleport in and join us."
"I'll have one of the Doriath teleporters with me, they can come get you."
purposeful_glory
"Okay."
So Loki goes to transplanted Doriath again and holes up once more. She makes herself a clock to keep her mind on the time.
So Loki goes to transplanted Doriath again and holes up once more. She makes herself a clock to keep her mind on the time.
It's two objective weeks later when someone comes to get her.