Cor gives all his savings to a project that's trying to eat away the distance to the Moon, and he gathers supplies and tries something else.
A young human man in nothing but a pair of shorts, painted all over in broad patterns with still-wet blood and fine ash, appears on his knees in the middle of an unreasonably pretty city and falls unconscious.
"Yeah. Where'd you send him, I can be careful not to be noticed and poke him in if I do happen to see him."
"Kay! I'mma go make some chicken. You doing all right?"
And she spreads her wings and disappears in a puff of smoke.
You think this one was actually her?
Nod. If she's telling the truth is there any point in finishing an anti-Sauron ritual?
- eh, until she finds a world with better tech or magic I'm not doing anything more urgent.
They finish it by the end of the month. It's built aesthetically around Sauron's fondness for illusions, blood-patterned Sauron-identifying artwork and soot to soak up the blood. They don't use it. There are no signs of trouble.