The moment he saw the swan the Noldo knew something was about to happen and readied himself.
Sadly the incoming furry cavalcade proved to be quite hard to avoid and soon the Noldo found himself surrounded by racoons, despite his efforts.
Realizing that movement only seemed to make the animals more excitable Maedhros sighed and instead of trying to distance himself picked one of the suspicious honey-cakes from his basket, broke several pieces off it, dirtying his hand in the process to his chagrin, and threw them away from himself.
Thankfully the animals seemed to deem the sweet treats an acceptable reason to leave his legs, and gave him enough space to move.
Still, before leaving the room, Maedhros rose his head and looked at the swan, his expression almost darkly sweet.
“Magic swan: let Sauron’s tongue fall on the ground for the amusement of cats.”
Then Maedhros slammed the door behind his shoulders, putting solid wood between himself and the animals.
