When the thumping of feet and whooping laughter interrupted his thought again, Iluvartar decided he had enough. It was so bad he had developed a head just so he could localize the upset in a headache.
The next time they came by he heard a thud as though someone had jumped a crash on landing, something breaking, and a roar of laughter. He looked down in frustration, saw lights, and then a plan appeared in his mind.
When the thumping feet came again he reached out and caught the owner.
Talks, my dear young one, have I told you about Arda?