*takes shelter in his bunker after a certain amount of "persuasion" and is none too pleased to find he's the first one there* *and that the only stocked liquid seems to be water, despite the fact that anyone in his position could obviously use a nice stiff drink right about now*
*settles in to think and calm his nerves and wait for his family to arrive*
*ponders his air force's rapid response in Hithlum as well as the Noldor's known targets and the precision required for so smooth an operation*
*quickly arrives at two conclusions: 1. Túrin must have had retaliatory strikes prepared based on the intelligence reports; 2. The attacks in Menegroth had to have been, at least in part, an inside job*
*issues an order for Finrod's arrest and immediate transport to his location so that he can question her personally*
Current Mood:
numb
Tags:
thingol, luthien
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