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Tumunzahar makes Menegroth look like a contract project. Which, the Dwarves assure her, it was. The stonework is astonishingly careful and beautiful, silky to the touch up close while from a distance it gives the impression of stretching on forever above, a sky of stone with crystals for stars. Vast natural cave systems are connected by dozens of perfectly smooth, gently sloped broad stone pathways from which the fall, if she fell, would be several miles down. There are handrails. "We use those to move materials carts," someone explains to her, "we're not going to be reckless."
There's an amphitheater, a place where a hundred of the stone walkways twine around to create space for a hundred thousand people to sit in close proximity, and someone is giving a lecture or a demonstration at the base of it, the seats closest to him filled with eager, tiny, bearded Dwarf-children.
And they spiral down, and down, and down, past waterfalls and egg-sized gemstones left half in the rock and halls of crystal. Everything grows gradually more ornate and more perfectly maintained and the clang of hammers fades behind them. "People say," her guide says, "that we only have a council instead of a single King because there were nine winners of the competition to design the throne so we couldn't just select one person to sit it." And they push open the doors to reveal, indeed, nine thrones so elaborate it would be hard to choose between them, and nine squat bearded people sitting them.
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I talked with my people and commended them and they're all terribly paralyzed about having all the Men in the world in Feanorian custody but otherwise very proud of the role they played.
purposeful_glory
The Fëanorians aren't bothering the Men. Although I'm told that if somebody hassles certain couples I can then have a loud argument about homosexuality and then be approached by Quendi girls.
A loud argument about homosexuality with who?
purposeful_glory
In the original hypothetical, Fëanor. For purposes of setting policy that's probably one of a shortlist; for purposes of Quendi girls perhaps not so much.
He hated the Valar's marriage customs ever since his father's remarriage, I don't expect he'd care at all. I can't think who on their side you'd have a screaming fight with - Macalaurë's a musician, Tyelcormo is Tyelcormo...
purposeful_glory
Then maybe I will not have any screaming fights. I will survive.
Could ask Maitimo to stage one. I expect he could wax very self-righteous.
He does think he's wronging me, he just doesn't particularly care about doing what's right. I think it's wrong but I don't think he's wronging me, exactly. He shakes his head.
You think we're both ridiculous. He mentioned as much. I would like it noted that I spend ninety eight percent of my time on the war and the time I spend sulking about Maitimo I sometimes still spend productively.
purposeful_glory
Noted. What does this have to do with your opinions and their silliness?
It'd be much wronger if it were wasting needed time. They've reached Loki's house. As I suppose it's doing now. Good luck with everything.
No one interrupts her. There are diplomatic meetings and councils and committees all week, and then Findekáno departs.
purposeful_glory
Loki works and works and takes regular meals and works and is summoned to deal with a messy baby delivery that the healing song doesn't quite seem to cut it for and works and sleeps and spends half an hour on a snowball fight and works and works -
No one attacks them all winter.
Sure. Is everything all right?
Basement conference room.
He smiles broadly. Congratulations! What's the range? Just you, for now?
purposeful_glory
Just me, same cargo limit as turning into a bird - I'm cribbing so much from that spell - and I am confined to the surface and nearby environs of the stupid cylindrical planet's top.