She hugs her. Hi! Teleporting? In four years? That's amazing.

Hug! Just tactical. No passengers, no more stuff than I can take with me when I'm a bird, no destinations that aren't on this side of this planet, no targeting a person's location without knowing where they are. And it's kind of a hack job as my spells go. But yep!

Does that mean the Men are okay?

Most of them. He made some fissures through the ground that reached into the city and there were some deaths, men and Quendi both. But most of them are fine.

I'm glad.

Me too.

You should relax and stay awhile, I've missed you. Tell me about the Men. Eat something.

I don't like to be away from them too long, but I can certainly stay for lunch and tell you all about the Men. She pulls out her census, talks about this one and that one and the hours-trading system and the recordkeepers and the werewolves.

She is an attentive and enthusiastic audience.

Yay. Loki is proud of the Men.

And proud of herself, hopefully.

Yes, that too.

Lúthien is delighted and hugs her and has songs for the Men if she wants them.

Ooh, what are the songs?

She sings them. The falling-asleep one is done for things that aren't Maiar but doesn't yet work on Maiar, she's working on it, and there's a song for a bubble of air around your head and a song for harvesting faster.

Ooh! Loki records them all. (The sleeping one she can only get as far as the part where she falls asleep.)

Lúthien didn't consider that problem with a sleeping song. She wakes her up, apologizing, and suggests that they try the second half and see if Loki can fit them together later?

Sounds like a plan.

So they try that. It takes some fitting the two sections together but eventually they have a sleep song.

Which Loki stores in inactive baffled form. Gosh she has a lot of songs now. Now that she can teleport she should start storing backups in various locations.

Lúthien would be happy to be a song backup repository.

So Loki writes a list of songs - names in Asgardian, she thinks the oomph song is still slightly secret or something - and attaches a copy of each to its label for Lúthien to hang onto.

And by then it's getting late and someone brings them dinner.

Loki stays for dinner and then hugs Lúthien goodbye and goes home for the evening.

Repairs on the city continue apace. The Elves are helping Men copy their memorial stories. The Elves are still singing.