Well, I could teach them to teleport. I'm planning to share that around a lot more after the war.

It seems like it's needed more in wartime, no?

The problem is I can't transmit the spells bare, they'd all come with the ability to reverse-engineer them.

Ah. He nods.

But once I can do the part where I can get back to my own galaxy it's much less of a problem, my galaxy can roll with that kind of capability readily.

You have our trust, don't worry.

That's always nice to know.

Care to dance?

Sure. Dancing is nice.

"Water." Slightly iced water. Yum. "Anything in particular besides the air filtration song you wanted to bring up?"

"No, just that. We treat our Feanorian and his Silmaril more agreeably, so we get to see less of you."

"Well, you also didn't get the one I play Governor with. But I can come by more if you like."

"It sounds like your time is very thoroughly laid claim to. You play Governor with Maedhros? How does that go?"

"I win about half the time."

"I am not saying he rigs the games and I doubt that he does, actually, and I'm not even really talking about Governor, but the thing about Maedhros is that the people working with him tend to win half the time and also he wins every time."

"Well, commenting strictly on Governor, I don't think he lets me win."

"It's meant for four people, you know."

"Yeah, we've never actually done it that way so far."

"If you're ever interested do drop by New Mithrim, you'd have no trouble finding other players. And everyone would be relieved to see Maedhros so well and happy."

"Noted."

And he wishes her well and melts off.

Well, that was nice.

Maedhros is smiling at her. See? Much more diplomatic than his sister, isn't he? Thingol's enchanted with him and I think has considered naming him his heir.

Not Lúthien?