She spreads her wings and stands.

Thank you? he says uncertainly.

She disappears in a puff of black smoke.

Hey, Findekáno, is this a good time?

Cor? Yeah, sure - what do you need -

Thuringwethil dropped by. Sent me a bunch of Melkor stuff and... a... rumor?

About the Enemy?

Tangentially.

He's supposed to inform Maitimo if Cor talks to him. But he can delay doing that. At least for a little while. 

Well, I'm not in the middle of anything essential.

She showed me, uh -

Findekáno, long-haired, thrown to the ground in front of Maitimo.

Oh. Yeah. 

What's the deal?

If there were a deal would that affect how quickly we figure out killing Melkor.

...what?

I have a fair bit of experience of evil Maiar spreading rumors. Last time they did it to create internal divisions and start a civil war and get most of our leadership killed so we could fight them less effectively. That seems like a possible motive this time, too. 

It will not affect that except insofar as I guess it could call into question whether I should be killing Melkor at all?

It really shouldn't do that.

What is the deal.

He he has a headache by now, and feels numb, and is twitching. But -

 - be careful -

- he sends the rest of the memory.

I can fix that -

Can you fix it right now because I have to tell him if you try to talk to me

- if you come here now and give me a few minutes before you do that yes.

Don't have freedom of movement. Can give you a couple minutes but only a couple.

Where are you -

He sends a mental map. Pretty little suite of rooms with a door to Maitimo's rooms and a view of half the city. Enough space an Elf who is used to it can manage for a week. I don't know if the door's locked.