*paces around his bunker, attempting to get through to Thingol, to find out what on Órë is going on* *also tries Turgon, Aredhel and Argon but with no luck* *thinks it might be time to change to a new phone server*

*runs his hand through his hair and catalogues the damage done so far (not including the trail of snapped pencils in his wake)*

*hopes that his father isn't adding to the damage but wouldn't be so sure*

So. What do we have? The Palace in Delving was destroyed and Thingol immediately launches retaliatory strikes against an innocent party. Great, I'm dealing with a madman. *snaps his pencils fingers at Margaret* Get me Findaráto on the line.

*--*

Oh. Right. The phones are dead. I suppose it would be out of the question to go to Delving personally? Oh. He's sealed off the borders. Smart. Oh? We've done the same? Good. Get onto Turvo and tell him to lock up Ondolindë and throw away the damn key.

*--*

Oh. Right. The phones are dead. How much oxygen do we have in this bunker?

Current Mood: stressed
Tags: fingon, maedhros