After about an hour he's starting to get the hang of it.

Bearing in mind that I can't give you the ability to change back yourself, when I'm leaving the area do you want to stay a bird or go back to being able to walk and all that good stuff?

I think I ought to at least check out everything within shooting range of camp very thoroughly before changing back. If I end up grounded I'll yell at someone to come throw me in the air.

Sounds like a plan. Now I have to decide whether to try to make it to the Dwarves and back in time to make my appointment with your brother or hang around hereabouts until the trial's sewn up. How long will it take the prisoner and escorts to even get there?

It's, what, a hundred miles? Difficult terrain? With a prisoner? I'd give it a few days, and if I were Nolofinwë I'd also want a few days to interview people, look at the evidence - unless he's going to give her a slap on the wrist it'd be abominable to rush it.

Okay. I can probably make it for a short visit to the Dwarves before they even get there, then. See you later, blond-with-dog.

Have fun, bird girl.

Off she flies across the continent.

Over the mountains, over the spider-forest, over more mountains.

Loki starts experimenting with doing little bits of spellwork while she's flying. It slows her down but not by much, and it'll make it less tempting to fall asleep and slow way down. She wants to make good time before she has to close her eyes. It's not ideal on the spell progress front either, but she gets a couple "words" spelled.

Eventually it gets dark.

In the morning she's over unoccupied eastern Beleriand. There are wide rolling foothills and plains. It's windy.

And the north-to-south mountain range where Tumunzahar should be found.

She flies lower and slower. Dwaaaaarves?

There's a path through the mountains that has clearly been maintained well.

And she's learned her lesson about flying into places uninvited. She lands on it. She walks.

She wouldn't have been able to fly in uninvited anyway. The path terminates in a great elaborate stone and metal door.

And after a while, it opens.

"Good day. I'm Loki Odinsdottir."

The guards' eyes narrow. "What magic are you using, stranger."

"...Right now? Just my translation magic. I can turn it off but then I won't be able to understand you or vice-versa."

"We can speak the Elf-tongues."