After Birdie finishes LOLing through the last page of posts, the confusion (caused by her and Pio's inadvertent dual posts) seems to resolve into:
THE VOID!!
Birdie float/walks in nothingness. Absolute, complete, utter nada. The mother of all Voids Void.
Birdie has heard vague rumors of the Void in the discussion room, but is not real sure just what it is, since she pig-headedly refuses to buckle down and read the Silm. Frantically she pulls out Mithadan's PDA and signs on to her favorite cheat-sheet "The Encyclopedia of Arda"
"Void. Void. Void", she quickly scans the "V's". "It's not here!"
Thinking fast, she swing over to "Google" and types in "Tolkien+Void". The mighty search engine quickly supplies 20 pages of links.
"Let's see...Void...Ilúvatar...singing...Melkor...discord ...DISCORD!...more singing...more Void...more discord!" Birdie gets a sinking feeling in her stomach.
"I'M LOST!!!!"
"Child! Pio! Mithadan! Rose! Primrose! Lidarose! Tuberrose! ANYBODY"
A chair floats slowly by. Other than that, the Void is null.
OK, thinks Birdie, what did Ilúvatar do to get rid of the Void? He sang! That's it! I'll sing!
"Give my regards to Broad-way,
Remember me to Harold Square."
No, No! That can't be right. What to sing? What to sing?
And then softly to her own surprise, Birdie began to sing:
"In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing..."
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