She's a girl. I realize that this is utterly ridiculous in general and also probably to Asgardians particularly.

Incredibly.

If she had a son he'd probably be Thingol's heir, that's allowed in place of anything better.

Bleah.

My parents solved this problem by having seven sons.

...what, on purpose? Do Quendi get to gender-select their kids?

Did you notice that the House of Finwë has a gender ratio that makes no sense at all? Because we do. My uncles both had three sons and then a daughter; my parents never got around to the daughter.

It could have been chance. Huh. For most people that would require some kind of clinical intervention.

The probability of five, even, isn't that bad. Seven is very statistically unlikely, were it at random. I don't know how it's done.

Well, any specific arrangement of genders is equally statistically likely, and I didn't know there was a reason to deliberately bias for sons like that.

The whole rest of Valinor biased for girls when they noticed how the House of Finwë was tilting. Bit unfortunate.

...lovely.

I always thought it was kind of amusing, really.

Why?

Oh, just - people being predictably shortsighted and getting a mildly silly result, no real harm done.

I can't help but wonder if an inconvenient number of them exclusively like boys and didn't have enough to go around.

Yes, that did result, but they'll find boys eventually, the next generation corrected for the situation.

Maybe there will be a rash of marrying aliens or something.

At least ten different people have asked me if I'm pursuing you. It's a little annoying. I will have to tell Tyelcormo that I understand why he started physically assaulting people who asked if he was involved with Irissë.

...Nobody's asked me.

They've all known me longer. Or perhaps they think my obvious affections are obviously unrequited. He's smiling.

I mean, I'm great and everything, but what do they think they're seeing?

...probably my known fetish for people who it'd politically advantage me to be involved with, and we regularly vanished together for long visits during which I did not go home. I'm sorry, if I'd been thinking about appearances I'd have structured things a little differently.

Snort. I don't care if people think it on my own behalf unless it means they're going to consider me a puppet; that would be annoying. And even if you weren't engaged and didn't think there was like a forty percent chance I'm evil and do you even like girls at all and the fucking soul graft thing that I don't want to touch - okay, that's too many ands, but removing only three of those conditions would not suffice to get me to go there.