Celegorm opens a door and finds himself looking, not into a guest room, but into a bar.
It is not plausible that someone turned this room into a bar, both because it's not a very Noldorin bar and because the room is too big; he built this fortress, he would know.
And, Huan says, it's very powerful magic and it smells of somewhere very far away.
Noted.
He walks in. Worrying about the Doom would be overthinking it. He hopes.
I think knowing you have forever is generally very psychologically healthy for people, but I haven't seen it happen for mortals en masse.
I know a lot of people who don't get to choose whether to accept it who'd be really relieved to have ceasing to exist as an option. But now it is an option, that's something, yeah?
I would kind of be breaking the law back there but now we'll be able to get strong enough to end the war from Milliways, so we can make it work.
I'm three thousand, she's twenty-one. Maedhros made a rule, recently. Your daughter told me that Odette'd want to know that I wanted to kiss her anyway, and Milliways isn't Maedhros' jurisdiction.
Yeah, me too. Also, as both she and Illia keep pointing out to us, to mortal eyes Elves don't really seem to grow up.
If there's anyone who's been accumulating three thousand years of wisdom I haven't met them. Adult Elves and adult Men seem on the same keel.