Someone spontaneously appears in the middle of a path. Someone might trip on her. Or slip in all this blood. The sources of the blood at least seem to be self-repairing? Oddly quickly, even with the Silmaril present?

She's a human. She's dressed in outlandish clothes that seem intended for much colder weather than this. She's still alive and whimpering.

They are startled! By the blood, by the oddly quick self-repairing, by the sudden appearance. People crowd around and murmur anxiously. Someone should go - fetch a healer - they're all wearing white, in the probably-vain hope that the Feanorians will spare them accordingly - a hope made more vain by the fact some other people have worn white hoping to get close enough for a shot at the foe -

 - someone goes off to do that -

- there are trumpets in the distance -

She flinches when the trumpets go off, starts screaming hoarsely. Since she is substantially less injured than she was thirty seconds ago this is a weird time to start getting louder about it.

Well, perhaps she is quite reasonably afraid that the Fëanorians are going to come and kill everyobdy, because they are definitely going to come and try to do that. People ask her - can you walk, you should get out of the street, they're coming - 

Confused pained whimpering noises.

Can we carry you -

She mumbles something in a foreign language.

She doesn't look like a Dwarf but they try speaking aloud. "They're coming, they'll kill you if you're here, we've got to get you to the healers, they might not kill people in the healers, or you could just hide..."

"- I, I don't know what you're talking about -" She's got enough of her bones knitted back together that she can sit up now.

"The Fëanorians are coming. They're going to sack the city and kill everyone because we have -" gestures, she can't possibly have missed it - "and we can take you to the healers or you can hide but it doesn't look like you can fight them -"

"I really really don't know what you're talking about but healers okay where -"

The army arrives before they've gotten her to the healers. It's out of human eyesight but not out of human hearing - the clashing of metal on metal, the screaming - "here's the healers keep your head down -" 

It's on one of the cliffsides, so they have a view of the city and can go where they're needed. Through the window it's possible to see the fighting. 

She doesn't need the window. And can't see.

She curls up in a corner, almost completely healed now. Shrugs off her coat and shakes.

The fighting moves further into the city. The attackers are stabbing everything in their path. They are astonishingly good at it, like they've practiced almost nothing else for five hundred years. Blows bounce off their armor. People are screaming. The attackers are pushing towards the tower of the King.

By now Annie can actually pick out their leader.

Okay so that's five or six things wrong with her at least.

They would be delighted to spare the healers but after the third person to stab them after pretending to be a healer they stop doing that. Some part of her shrieks in agony but most parts of her have been shrieking in agony for five hundred years anyway - this isn't real this isn't real she's going to wake up and Thauron will be laughing at her and say 'see how easy it was to reduce you to our level' and she's going to fucking kiss her because that will at least mean it isn't real - 

- they force the entrance to the tower, the King's guards are incompetent, what was he thinking - 

- he jumps -

- the Silmaril plummets with him into the sea and the oath has no opinions about what the House of Fëanor needs to be doing here and she numbly, wearily, despairingly, tries to open her eyes back in Angband, and fails, and then goes to tell the healers they will not be interfered with.

The bloodstained completely uninjured human in the weird clothes in the corner, eyes unfocused, twitches when Rirosseth speaks.

Oh, a new hallucination-character she's supposed to pay attention to. She does, because she is clinging to reminders that this isn't real. She puts her hand on the hilt of her sword again - "name?"

"- Annie."

"Where are you from."

"...N-noregr? I don't know where I am."

"Where's that, how did you get here -" everyone's leaving her such a wide berth that they can't use their healing halls for healing, except a couple people who are trying to assess whether they stand a shot at killing her, she grabs the new hallucination character and pulls her out into the street -

Annie stumbles but doesn't resist. "It's next to Sviar? I got hit by a van and at least five artifacts hit me and one of them put me here -"

"What's a van, what are artifacts, are these locations coastal or inland, temperate or tropical or mountainous -"