"Yeah. I... guess this could be an artifact benefit? Which has been letting harmless osanwë through but not mindreading?"

"That would be a really good one. Like Dwarves but more convenient."

"Dwarves?"

"Are immune to all mind-affecting magic."

"There's more of it besides osanwë?"

"Enemy can do a lot of things. And there's songs for it, too, and the other Valar can tamper with your head but they don't without permission..."

"Oh. Well. I hope my artifact holds up if it has to."

"We might be able to check, Lírnith does not know anything that'd definitely count as mind-affecting but she can put people to sleep, speed up their perceptions of the world around them, stuff like that, if your artifact protects against those then you'd know it likely protects against mind-affecting ones too." 

"...okay."

"You don't have to check if you'd rather not."

"It's better to know. I just - didn't know that you would've been reading my mind all along without the artifact."

"I'd have told you how to do private thoughts if you weren't doing them already. All my mortal allies knew it. Inconveniently for us, as it turned out, because they betrayed us to the Enemy, but -"

"Oh."

"I - don't think the Enemy can read my mind, it's the only thing she doesn't control absolutely, I wouldn't let you go along not knowing -"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."  

A person comes to show her to the library.

And Annie goes to the library and looks at books.

And she goes to her rooms and changes and showers and scrubs away at her skin until it's numb and badly scratched, like always, and then sits there and stares at the ceiling, like almost always lately.

And she, within range of mortal earshot of the library, picks up a harp and starts playing.

And now Annie is screaming on the floor again.

The person who brought Annie to the library notices this and runs off to find a Fëanorian and finds Lírnith first. 

She stops and rushes up to see if she can help.

Annie's catching her breath and slowly sitting up by the time Límith gets there.

"Happened again?"

"Yeah." She picks up the book she dropped and smooths out its pages.