They've left him alone in his cell.
He can't really be said to be lucid but he has very acute instincts for when there's someone and when he's alone - it's the last of his senses to depart him - and he's alone.
And then suddenly he isn't.
They've left him alone in his cell.
He can't really be said to be lucid but he has very acute instincts for when there's someone and when he's alone - it's the last of his senses to depart him - and he's alone.
And then suddenly he isn't.
They start to draw a crowd.
After a little while, the a couple of acolytes have stopped to listen. It seems that word has spread about them; the acolytes are curious about what this means.
Yes, yes they can. A susurrus goes through the crowd; several of the elves fall to their knees. One of the acolytes disappears - the druid needs to know about this.
Good? They're a little out of their depths here but 'make a splash, announce that the Valar disapprove of killing any people, even short-lived ones' was the general plan.
If they want to make their announcement before the druid gets here it should probably be soon.
The crowd continues to grow. After half a hour - they must have been in a tearing hurry - a group of giant falcons bearing Imòla the druid, Nidela, and a few high-ranking acolytes soars in and perches overhead.
What are you doing?, sends Nidela.
We have gods, we believe in them - we don't interact with them, not even indirectly, and now he has to explain this.
Nidela clings to her hawk and waits for them to finish.
Imòla and the acolytes watch and listen carefully, trying to figure out how what they're seeing makes sense given gods that made them and set them to their task thousands of years ago and haven't been heard from since.
They'd expect to have at least heard of it. Also gods don't usually cooperate well enough that all of them would have gone to the same place - they could see the three elven gods doing that, but some of these are obviously not those.
Some people in the crowd are starting to wonder about the lack of glorious battle songs. There'd usually be at least one glorious battle song - really, several - by now if this was a normal concert.
Yup, that's a glorious battle song all right. It's a little weird that the orcs are so aggressive, especially given how soundly they lost, and very weird that there's several balrogs and that they don't attack the orcs or each other, but the elves enjoy it anyway.
The crowd remains silent for several seconds, and then the elves begin talking to each other. A few of the nearer ones consider approaching them, but they're too intimidated. The crowd starts to thin out at the edges, but most of the elves stay, curious about what they're going to do next.
Imòla directs his hawk to glide down to them and dismounts, followed by two other elves who stay on their hawks. "Hello, friends - Quendi, do I have that right? That was an amazing performance. May I ask you some questions about it?" By which he means 'grill them about how it's meant to fit with the existing lore, which he's an expert in'.