So she stabs him, spikes him from there. And hollows out Lævateinn and channels ice into the wound.
She's over there now and catches the weapon and now she's behind him. Stab. Fighting is so much simpler when you can turn over being where you need to be, posed how you need to be, to a spell; she could do this in her sleep and she can do it while he screams. The spear's still hollow. Ice, asshole, you haven't shattered nearly enough times.
She is sure the damage will be patched soon. If anybody's home is wobbly or the structure's damaged enough for its illusion to break, they should squeeze in with friends for now. Did she miss anybody injured who was too walking-wounded to get attention before? Everybody know where their spouses and kids are? It's over; he seems to be gone, actually gone this time.
Loki gets paper to attach the bios to. She entrusts them to the nearest recordkeeper, recommends copying to hard copy whenever she's up to it. She goes around making sure any building too damaged to enter has a warning illusion over it in this quarter, then offers to Maitimo that she can do the same in the others if that would be useful.
Pop. "Men's settlement is torched, has been for some time. How long is it convenient for us to stay? It's spring now, they can get a crop going if I move them now, but otherwise I'd sooner wait another year, maybe bring small batches out in the meantime to work on the place."
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!
It is a pretty exhaustive party. Apparently no one is tired of singing, because there's more singing, and lights in the sky, and they go outside the city to watch the walls being completed by Macalaurë who is obviously having the time of his life, and they march across the ground to the place where the earth clapped shut and they erect a monument there and there is so much food and drink that one is practically tripping over it.
"I'm not gonna argue strategy with Loki Sauron-slayer," she says. "Anyway we were his match on the songs and he was hitting the walls pretty hard but they're pretty hard walls and then you took over from there. It was spectacular. The King said, y'know, back in Valinor, he was leaving and the Valar were like 'no, stay, you can't defeat Morgoth' and he was like 'maybe the fire in our hearts is greater than you know, and whether we succeed or fail they'll sing songs of our deeds until the last days of Arda" and he didn't say "maybe help will actually just drop on us from the sky". But. Worked out pretty well. Imagine if we'd stayed in Valinor."
"People drink a lot at Asgardian parties, and do hook up after them. The usual Asgardian line on too drunk is if somebody won't remember the event later that's too drunk. My line is that I prefer knowing that anybody I'm in bed with is very much there on purpose, per occasion, and anything past 'tipsy' makes me uncomfortably unclear on that."
"Oh, you live near Toyon, she has a stunning voice and they say Men can't do magic but I was curious why not, if they can hit every note we can, and we're giving it a go next week, unless I'm on active duty in which case I guess we'll have to put it off. She's brilliant. Well, hasn't murdered Thauron, you know, but -"
"I can't imagine Eru's sitting down there with the strings of creation going 'who made that sound? Man? Elf? Illusion of Loki's?' On the other hand they say he's sitting down there going 'these people who're fucking, are they a boy and a girl. Boom! Sorry, suckers!' so maybe the guy's got a lot of spare time."
"Well, I don't think orcs do, I haven't extensively quizzed any - should probably do that before the kids grow up, however awkward it is - but they don't show any signs of it. Melian's one case; I'm not aware of other married Maiar and at least some of them have sex lives."
Into her place they go. "My evidence here is Thuringwethil, who bills herself as a neutral party rather than an evil one; who mentioned that she could in fact switch gender but said she hadn't, so unless Thauron sometimes went around female..." Possibly this hair over here should be in fewer braids. Yes?
"I have retroactive eidetic memory for things read in the last two days," Fëanor says, "tested and rather thoroughly vetted and not trivial to scale, but I think it'll take about a year of subjective time. I've been working in parallel on the dimensional problem and that one is much more troubling. The palantiri seem in principle to be unable to scry there, and I gave them a lot of range; there's no obvious other tests available. The obvious solution is to do the problem differently. Loki, do you think that the information in your brain mostly determines the concepts in your textbooks; that is, if physics were different enough that nuclear weaponry did not work, you would have different information in your head?"
"- huh, like the mechanism behind my illusions. Uh, I think there's degrees, some of my reading is just vague and some of it's forgotten to the point where I couldn't pick the right answer off a multiple-choice test. I might have enough of the first kind to sufficiently determine the necessary information about nukes but there might be some huge gap. It's also entirely possible you wouldn't get a coherent model extrapolating solely from my memories because I've absorbed simplified explanations, not being a physicist. Many of my readings would have noted that and possibly even how they were simplified, but explanations I heard from people are less likely to have come with disclaimers and I don't necessarily have redundant versions of atomic structure to compare against one another."
"We also might be able to make some necessary inferences," he says, "presumably someone in your world invented nuclear weapons in the first place. Anyhow, that's one avenue I can pursue; another is to try asking our universe what, if it had Asgard in it, would be in Asgard's libraries; another is to go ahead on the original plan. Each attempt should take me about four years, subjectively, two at full speed."
"Nuclear weapons have been invented several times but never on this infrastructural base that I know of, but it is possible you could patch an inconsistent physics model. Asgard's libraries would get you more than I know because I did not read every book in them, and if it worked would be strictly better than just turning me into a printer; but from my uninformed perspective it sounds thoroughly insane to assume the universe can answer that question."
"Factories. Very detailed physics and chemistry backgrounds; I don't think you have to have learned to see atoms, though, just derive things about their structure - although now I'm actually curious how far you can get with an illusion microscope and your ridiculous baseline vision. I think first versions typically involve fission of uranium so you have to be able to obtain and identify that. Um... it has to be bombarded somehow with something, I forget what."
"Can Dwarves mine for uranium or do they get mortal diseases?" Curufinwë says.
"Does this mean that I"m doing all our magical item production for the foreseeable future," says Caranthir, "because -"
"I'll do it," Maitimo says. "I find it relaxing and with enhanced perception it'll be less tedious."
"Uranium mines," says Fëanor, "what do we know?"
"Well, my healing spell works on it, and I can teleport occasionally to a uranium mine if anyone's having trouble with it." She peers through her microscope. "I'd want to attach this to some sort of armature to make it controllable, but it should work like this." She scoots it over to Fëanor.
"The Enemy tore up my workshop," he says. "When you blast him with whatever weapons you've developed to do the job, if there's any occasion for nasty comments, you can slip one in about that. All right. I still think we're four years out on something that lets us develop nuclear weaponry from the information in Loki's memory, however indirectly I need that done. Loki, what are you working on, what's the timeline for it, how can we support you?"
"Next step in the teleportation. It'll take longer than the first part. I have some prioritization to do, actually -" She pulls out a page of notes, forces it from Asgardian into Quenya. "The ultimate goal is for me to be able to fetch things and information from my galaxy and the interdimensional part is as with your project the hard one. I could go straight to that, but I could also detour to adding passengers so I'd be more useful here in the interim - faster, hackier version would just let me have some of my cargo allowance be alive, I could take a few swifts with me that way; longer more elegant version would let me take large numbers of people without having to alter their size in any way first. The question is basically whether it's worth a delay of five to eight years objective time for me to be able to teleport passengers to handle intraplanetary refugee, trade, diplomatic, etcetera situations that crop up in the subsequent ten to, mm, thirty, objective, while I hammer out the dimensionality problem."
The Enemy tried knocking the Moon out of the sky almost as soon as it rose in it. There was a lot of violent turbulence and when it crashed the first night we thought it was gone for good. We got confirmation from Círdan who'd heard it from Ulmo that that's what happened."
"If you wind up needing untranslated materials you might need them from a variety of different languages, and I don't actually know any languages except Asgardian and a little of the Men's language I picked up while their writing was in development so you might have to spend as long as several days deciphering miscellaneous script. I do not imagine this to be a prohibitive difficulty."
"Oh, and it's possible you'll need to build non-uranium-based weapons because the Enemy has the Silmarils and apparently they block radioactivity? That might add an extra few development steps. Pure fusion bombs are also possible and don't rely on anything radioactive as far as I recall but typically appear much later in a realm's tech tree. Antimatter even farther along. So I don't know that I'd recommend sinking any fungible resources into getting uranium yet."
There doesn't seem to be any intractable friction from their presence here, although she's sure they'd like to get back to being their own society eventually. Their settlement was torched after everybody was out so there is currently nothing for them to go to. The fact that she can't sense Maiar, however effective she is at killing them once she knows where they're at, is a major drawback to her trying to defend anything being concertedly attacked with no Maiar assistance; she supposes she could try to hire Thuringwethil for a longer-term engagement or something and try to get another Dwarf- and rock-music-assembled city set up for them over a few years (if the Dwarves will extend her credit or declare that her IOU for the science lecture and couriering is valuable, or give her more couriering jobs she can now complete in moments).
Another advantage to a larger cargo limit is that she can become very very wealthy very very fast by doing shipping among the seven Dwarven kingdoms, come to think of it. The Men are welcome here for as long as it's needed and may use the rock-music-songs to build a new city when seems fitting. They are unenthused about hiring Thuringwethil but suppose that's an option.
Loki goes back and makes it known to the Men that they are probably staying here for another few years at least; she needed help to kill Sauron and help lives here and may be hard to come by elsewhere; but she is going to look into ways for them to go be on their own, it just might take a while. They should definitely let her know if they need anything to be comfy here for the next several years.
Honestly, no. Once enough people have learned their language I could put them on the regular work rotations but my current vague sense of the capabilities of Men is that they wouldn't be able to keep up? And giving them half-shifts with breaks and arranging for their pace not to matter is more work than letting them be. I can invent things for Men to do if Men require things to do.
On the higher conscientiousness end - and those are the ones who are not just enjoying the idleness in the first place - they can put in about as much consecutive work as I can, complete with a similar tolerance for sleep skipping and missed meals. You could put them in separate groups if it would be awkward to have them working to different schedules, but I assure you being unable to go without sleep for a week does not inherently make a person useless, they just have to learn to do other things. They can cook; they can learn your recipes. They can farm; they can learn these crops. They can scratch Maia-repelling sigils into stones; they can do it in their apartments if it would irritate people to watch them putting down the tools for a moment to get lunch.
Back in Valinor it was a real and intractable political problem that you needed a hundred years' experience at anything to be good enough at it that it was faster for the really good people to tell you what they needed than for them to just do it themselves. We no longer have the problem to the same degree, here, but if I had a solution to the expertise gap in my pocket I'd have used it long ago.
And two hours later someone arrives at a run along the rooftops and drops a letter at her door that contains a description of things Men could do with their time, how much supervision or what resources he expects it to require, and how those resources would otherwise be deployed. In no cases except cleaning the streets and the palace would the Men be producing something more valuable than the resources (counting Elf time) used, though he doesn't draw attention to this.
And then she gathers some interested Men and explains that the city was designed to be run entirely by Elves, all of whom have known each other a really long time and don't need as much rest as she/Men do and have not for the most part picked up the Men's language. Any work done in groups is going to be hard to fold Men into, especially since they probably aren't going to stay long by slow Elf standards. The only thing Maitimo could come up with that wouldn't have this problem is cleaning. Everybody likes having clean streets and somebody's gotta do it, but this is not the variety of options she was hoping to have to offer.
They could focus on being useful to each other - babysitting each other's children, making sure there's no conflict escalation when people get into fights, making clothes that suit their own styles better than whatever the Elves have lying around - and she's going to try to think of other things they can do without requiring Elf attention or cooperation and maybe they can think of things too. She might ask some Dwarves for advice too because Dwarves think a lot about problems to do with how to make sure sources of value aren't just sort of sitting around.
Meanwhile, anybody want to study Quenya? It was never very useful when there were only twenty Elves around, but now there's loads.
Making Men useful to Elves isn't really a good goal anyway, and it's ridiculous if the Feanorians are trying to hold the Men to that standard. Childhood is a time for learning and exploring, not creating more value than you consume. Has she considered that Maitimo is not a very honest or trustworthy person and probably has ulterior motives?
She's not sure his trustworthiness is at issue here at all, and the point isn't to make them useful to Elves per se, it's to make them useful to the city they're living in because except for the ones who are yea high they are not actually children and will not be perpetually comfortable as dependents.
Cool. She'll just go gather up an armful of sticks and whatnot from the wilderness and pop them back and teach some Men to make bows and arrows to the point where they can teach others. Target practice is to be approached very cautiously, please, she doesn't want to have to come deal with somebody's arrow wound.
Just like Elves to build institutions with ridiculously high barriers to entry and then end up wasting a significant part of their labor force. Can Men copy books? Copying books should be about as time consuming for a Man as an Elf, and doesn't require much expertise. If Men's books are sloppier and sell for less there'd probably still be a buyer.
She did actually mention the concept of the printing press a while ago but they certainly haven't had it long enough for anybody to have a century of practice at it! Perhaps Men would also pick up electrical engineering decently, that is also new. What good and helpful Dwarves these are, Dwarves are great.
Eventually the instructor comes to Loki and says she's given the students a month of exercises and needs to teach another normal-paced course but would be happy to take up with them again afterwards, that one should be concluded in six weeks.
Duping items is fast as long as she has substrates, and only the 'scopes are even slightly complicated to substrate. (Some Men would probably also love to make microscope and more sophisticated focusable telescope armatures than the 'a stick' kind.) Here's a stock. Have fun.
Her apartment does have an indoor waterfall, a gentle one with a granite backing. "The prince Morifinwë came over personally in a very bad mood trying to figure out why this complex specifically was using so much water, and I showed him and he agreed it was very pretty and clever and I was on plumbing duty until I learned enough to figure out how to make it recirculating, which didn't actually take too long."
She looks after Men and keeps an eye out for useful things for them to do. She goes to the orc colony to double check that they don't do the Elf marriage thing; they don't, and she can reassure the small orcs about that. She works on her spell, aiming for the elegant version over the bird-cargo version. She visits Lúthien sometimes (finds it much easier not flirting with her under the revised circumstances of her sex life), and checks in on Brithombar a couple times and delivers letters to Mithrim and chats with people there. She hangs out with Dwarves because Dwarves are great, and eventually they should have word from the other kingdoms about whether they want teleporting courier service.
"That is not unreasonable. No, actually the problem is that if Maiar in general come after me with unsavory intentions I cannot on my own locate them. The shadowcatcher only helps to a point. So while I am wanted dead I kind of have to hang out near some Maia, and I have a place to do that but I do not know that it is the best nurturance for the budding civilization of Men, who are even less able than I am to defend themselves from high-powered invasion."
Men can sing magic songs, if they're very careful. Macalaurë is developing ones with better tolerances and Men-sized vocal ranges.
...If he's not going to ask her to tell the Men not to grab him she will not do so. She congratulates successful magically singing Men. She will happily make recordings for them to learn from without having to monopolize (precious, Quendi) time to study the notes.
The Quendi are at least making good use of their precious time! They're exporting absurd quantities of magical jewelry and tokens to Tumunzahar in exchange for metals, which they're making into enchanted armor. They've made Loki new armor and Curufinwë has an idea for a project that would let armor automatically heal if her healing spells can be symbolically written into the metal somehow. The gardens are now self-watering, the stores are well-stocked, and rations now include things like cinnamon and coffee beans.
The tiniest piece of spell that does anything at all is still really long, but less so. Will a smidgen of illusion spell - the part that does silence - do, or does it need to be something without a finer-grained will-based targeting interface like a fraction of healing (broken bones is pretty short but, uh, to see if it works someone would need to have a broken bone; there are other less short subsets)?
A week later by decree of the King everyone in the city should be sure they're fluent in Quenya, Thindarin, Mannish and Asgardian. This is of endless amusement to the girls on Loki's list. "I'd call it an abuse of power," one of them says, "but it's not even that, really, it's just a very very different set of strategic priorities than anyone else."
Fëanor is back. He consults with Curufinwë on the armor question and says that he expects it can't be done at all but that he can at least think of a way to check all the possible approaches in parallel in a month's time. He speaks Asgardian with her. He has retroactive eidetic memory with no time limitations but, as expected, it doesn't call back books from Loki's world.
Can they have tiny-cuts-healing to see if there's any way to implement it that's not in a person's mind? Can she recite any Asgardian music or poetry? Huan's potentially willing to go live on a settlement of Men if she's eager to start moving on that. Fëanor being around means a flurry of activities.
She prints out the spell chunk in her symbolic alphabet. She can recite a few epic poems (they are about wars) and sing a few songs (many of them lewd). She had been assuming Huan was stuck here, and anyway Himring being without a Maia doesn't sound like an unambiguous improvement.
"In Formenos he brought the creature he'd travelled with from beyond the Void, and she drowned the area in impenetrable magical darkness, and then he told the walls to fall down and walked through the streets crumbling everything he touched and sought out my father, killed him, sought out the Silmarils, took them, destroyed everything else in the house with at least some targeting - valuable things were destroyed beyond generally crushing the place to rubble - and left in probably less than three minutes."
"I would like to rule over only and exactly the people who want to live in the sort of place I can create. I do not want to try to solve peoples' problems in ways that involve playing Vala. If they are in a worse situation than they'd be in living with me, I want to make sure they can come to my kingdom. If there's a better situation, I hope they go and find it. There's - a lot of mistakes you can't actually make, if you keep things that simple."
"One of the reasons I'm putting so much effort into the armor project though I really really do not expect it to bear fruit is that there has to be some way to do your sorcery with objects and we could do it in a cryptographically irreversible way so no one could learn sorcery from the objects and then we could just drop a ring of teleport on everyone, everywhere."
"Civilized. When my father threatened Nolofinwë- I don't actually know how his name ought to Thindarinize. Golfin, I think, but calling him that would annoy him - anyhow, they had a trial and it came out that both sides had inaccurate beliefs about what the other ones were planning so they interviewed people for months and unravelled all of the lies that had been planted between us and then reached their verdict."
"It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? My cousins really want to maintain a relationship with Elu and I'm the one who murdered their relatives so I can tolerate an annoying name for a few centuries. If it's even that long. I think Maedhros is glad. 'Maitimo' means 'well-formed one, beautiful one' and every time I spoke it he looked vaguely discomfited. And I am not going to call him Nelyo like his family does."
"Artanis did that. She's going by "Galadriel" now, which is quite pretty. We take chosen names to have a great deal of significance, so choosing one to annoy Elu would also be an act of significance. And I don't bear him any ill will. These are the ripples of a tragedy of our making, and they'll heal with time."
"Yeah. Failing Doriath, Ma- Maedhros says I should try teleporting to Valinor, where apparently it might take them a year to get around to trying me for being in Valinor without permission. Although the south continent is habitable and empty. Not sure how likely Morgoth is to chase me there."
Good. (She encourages Men to pick up other skills as interest them, though she does not solicit institutional help in making this convenient at Quendi expense; but they will be older and less negligibly experienced with time.) The eldest Men's children are old enough for some systematic education to stick, that should be addressed in-species to the extent possible, make sure they all know how to read and have things to read and can shadow people at useful occupations.
Elves. And he responds promptly to written inquiries, and issues relevant and timely rulings. And his sons make up for it by being everywhere; she sees them several times a week. They flit between work crews filling in for people, they buy things at the stores, Maglor holds concerts every month. The general consensus is that the King is in any event good at engineering and Maedhros good at king-ing so the division of labor seems very fair.
Maedhros constantly resists the temptation to point out that with the memory necklaces, they could already all do that if Loki actually preferred they be able to. He does not give the slightest indication of holding this opinion, except in the tone of long letters to Fingon who probably knows him well enough to notice there's something.
And he's very decided against drawing Loki's attention to the fact that, one, she considers them having potentially-limitless powers to be an unacceptable risk, and two, unless she is planning to seal them off from the galaxy Fëanor is really guaranteed to at some point have potentially-limitless powers.
Eventually:
So about the spells. The meanings of the letters wouldn't take that long to transmit, it's the spell text that would be a major outlay. I could maybe give you the spell texts to memorize and then in case of emergency just have a short packet of information to send so you could use them.
Hmm. So lower bound of two minutes, upper bound unknown with no good way to test it. Even two minutes is probably too slow if the outcomes we're really afraid of come to pass, and it'd mean you had to stick around when for your own safety you should probably instead be acting during that time. I am not sure it's worth it.
"That is what I call 'being Feanorian at you'. And it is annoying and you're justified in feeling annoyed. I don't think they do it manipulatively, if that's any help. I first saw them do it towards the Valar, once the Valar announced that leaving Valinor was wrong and agitating for it was antisocial and disruptive behavior. It would have been to their advantage to be civil, really, but instead they all withdrew. Maedhros will stop it if you indicate you've noticed."
"What do you want? They are clearly wholeheartedly dedicated to winning this war, they are clearly happy to share everything they develop towards that end, they are being annoyingly themselves and will stop if asked. I know how unpleasant it is to be on the receiving end of, but there isn't much to be done. If it's clarification about whether they like you that you want, I think the answer is 'no, they don't'. I apologize on their behalf. They're idiots."
"So, for the record, I wholeheartedly endorse you not teaching your magic to them and would be horrified if you had done. But 'Loki is willing to handicap us in this war because us having potentially limitless power is an unacceptable outcome to her' and 'we are predictably inclined to seek limitless power and have other avenues and she'll surely notice this at some point, or already has and is just using us to take down the more immediate problems before she stops us' is a more than sufficient explanation for you getting Feanorianed at."
"...I fully expect the Fëanorians turned loose on my galaxy to be a force to be reckoned with, but my galaxy can sort of... absorb it? That kind of power level is a known, balanced factor; I am not the strongest thing around; I might not be even if I collected all the infinity gems and they did whatever I asked. And I can't bring them there to be absorbed yet."
"If they don't think you are using them as weak as you can get away with to win the war and planning to cut them down so they aren't disruptive afterwards, I expect he'll be sincerely charmed by you, because you are amazing and have done a lot of things that he specifically would have tremendous respect for."
So I mentioned to Find- to Fingon that you've all been acting weird, she says to Maedhros, and he concluded by asking me a remarkably small number of questions that the problem is that you think the reason I'm withholding alphabet sorcery is that I'm deliberately keeping you crippled and intend to 'cut you down' when the war's over so you don't go poking infinity gems or whatever takes your fancy in my universe, but he thinks you will take better to the actual explanation that my universe can absorb substantial numbers of ambitious high-powered people because there's plenty in the mix already and the problem is that I can't actually bring you there yet.
I didn't think it remotely likely you'd kill us after the war, he says. It did occur to me to wonder by what avenues you expected to make sure we didn't pursue potentially limitless power. If you think that, given your alphabet but no innate memory or indelibility for it, and all our current priorities to distract us, we could become unbalancing faster than you could develop interdimensional travel, you are actually in fact overestimating us, but people don't do that often and I think I'll decide to be flattered.
I have no avenues by which to make sure you don't pursue limitless power. You're probably above-average holders for it in many respects. Interdimensional travel could still take longer than I expect and your father binges harder on accelerated perception than I do.
"The best thing about this war being over will that it will be impossible to say things like that within earshot of my brothers without an enchanted pair of lenses arriving on your doorstep the next morning, which generally sharpen and enhance vision and also announce me specifically whenever I appear within their sights."
He beats her in their third and fourth game of Governor, but in the fifth she pulls a series of brilliant moves that he insists are the best he's seen from anyone and wins, resoundingly.
Fëanor slows himself back to normal perception. He's close, he says. He's confident it will work.
"It'd be sociologically interesting if nothing else," he says, "the Eldar can't exactly retrieve the norms surrounding love and marriage that we had before the Valar enlightened us, and we can learn from looking at Men and Dwarves but I'm not sure we're intended to be like them - people keep petitioning me to Do Something about your Men, incidentally, but I'm trusting you that all children are growing up with loving parents whatever bizarre depravities the adults get up to in their free time? I'd enjoy Asgardian romance novels. Well, two or three of them, enough to find patterns. When the worlds are all safe and the wars are all over."
She can do a couple pages a second, stamping illusions as fast as she can turn paper.
"He does not actually create orcs fast enough to continually occupy your waking hours by having them senselessly march to their deaths on you. For what that's worth. Also, the orcs don't have a great way of verifying which Maia is booming orders in their head, if it's one they know we work with, so I could tell 'em to go home and they'd probably believe me, though he'd just turn them back around again so I'm not sure that helps you any."
...Hmm. She has read a lot of books. She's discharged all the relevant science books onto the Fëanorians but there might be demand for others, in translation especially. Any Men really fond of languages to the point where she could give them an Allspeak-translated Asgardian dictionary (...based on a local Mannish dictionary; she has not in fact ever read an entire dictionary) and some grammar lessons and then set them to producing translations of this-and-that whenever she wants to spend twenty minutes turning pages? Econ. Architecture. Maybe somebody wants to read Asgardian history. Novels. Maybe not so much the romance novels. Poetry. Travelogues. Weapons-irrelevant science and engineering.
Ugh. That stuff's poisonous if it's the same kind as last time, FYI, she can turn it invisible so people can see through it but it's still no good to breathe and she doesn't have a counter for that. Can anyone invent mass production of the gas mask... kind of fast...?
Inventing things fast is a strength of theirs but, um, they haven't even had a chance yet to get the needed materials for refining plastics, making things airtight is not a problem that has ever come up. Activated charcoal they can do, her books say that's an ingredient, does she want to go find rubber? A lot of rubber?
Elves, it transpires, can cope indefinitely with mildly poisonous gas if they can constantly replenish the fabric and baking soda and maybe keep concentrations down inside their homes. Manufacturing something for all the Men is less insurmountable. Though still not coming along very fast.
Loki, Macalaurë says, wind songs are ones for which volume matters. And pace. Can you come listen to one?
He starts singing right away, adds comments without losing the notes at all. The problem is that wind songs create whirlwinds, not fronts of wind, I can disperse it a little but I can't push it back, I've been trying to think of a way to position a number of sources such that they collectively push back but I haven't got that yet -
The Nolofinweans have an insulation enchantment for cloth they used to get across the ice. They shared it rather reluctantly, apparently, but now there's that and it allows for slightly better breath masks. Maedhros is in favor of sending Morgoth a bunch of tornados. Curufin thinks that he can come up with a way to modulate the frequencies of the songs to get a directed effect. Everyone's very very worried about the Men, especially with the young children.
Well, she can make a shit ton of healing rocks to compensate for her not being able to literally be everywhere at once. She hopes Curufin gets somewhere. In the meantime she sits on the wall and makes a little progress against the oncoming smoke, what she can confidently handle.
Curufin gets somewhere. He comes out to her with an absurdly complicated diagram - "this is all drawn on things in your wave interference physics books, so thank you for those" - showing how she could do shaped baffles for each songs and different periodicies and frequencies to get the effects to be - well, not unidirectional, but at least "all directions but this one", so smoke could be encouraged to travel around the city.
She will have to touch up the smoke occasionally - she got it all by making it invisible almost as far out as she could see with her enhancement goggles, and re-visibling and glittering it in advancing layers from there - but she can spare a little while to go to the party.
So she goes out and cuts swathes through the zombie orc army and burns them as she goes with the fire song, tasting sour smoke and clearing the poison out of her; and when she's near the end she wrestles a few down and ties them up and drags them between the whirlwinds.
I was coming at the problem from a better-final-result, fewer-interim-milestones perspective. At this point switching tracks on that probably wouldn't even gain me time. At least four years, maybe more, but then to about the same scope as I can illusion things I'll be able to move them around, and people too, although I could not teleport this entire city to another continent without some injury to the plumbing et al.
Go ahead and dip into my money if need be for that, I'll tell the Dwarves. There keep being advantages to having me here, even with the goggles I'm not seeing it as viable to move everybody out before I'd have time to earn a new city-building fortune anyway.
We're also going to be doing bomb assembling, once we're far enough along on the technical work, in the desert east of here rather than anywhere near Himring. For safety's sake. We've been telling everyone the work is happening here. Can you make the workers invisible in a way that doesn't make it inconvenient for them to work?
And I really want to meet your sister.
I'm trying to imagine the stir it would have made in Valinor if, exiled for a hundred twenty years, my father had come back having saved another universe, learned to teleport, commanded the most powerful artifacts of your universe, killed some gods, and brought some immigrants. I do not know if Asgard is comparable.
There is some brief consideration of babysitting for the children of properly married couples before Maedhros issues a decree that people with any constraints on which children they're willing to babysit can't babysit because it makes logistics orders of magnitude more complicated and the children surely aren't contagious.
I doubt he's been throwing games; your world has more intrigue than ours, you have a much richer corpus of intrigues to play from."
Does she really really hate sleeping with someone twice even if it's been a decade? Maedhros assures her that he has not been throwing Governor and points out that Fingon has a lower-than-warranted opinion of his honesty. There's a long, bitter winter during which everyone who can't walk on snow is rather stuck in their houses for a few days, unless they fire-song out.
(The helper Nolofinwëans are full up on warm songs, right? Good.) She has never managed to find sleeping with the same girl on two occasions appealing over any span of time! It's really annoying! If only all the Quendi boys around didn't have scary soul monogamy bullshit! If only Sigyn had come with her like he was supposed to!
Girls could switch apartments and dye hair and pretend to be different people, how good is her memory for faces? And bodies, they guess that complicates it. What an odd problem to have. They hope Sigyn's okay but on the other hand it's good there's no one close to her who Thauron could have gone after.
...Loki doesn't comment on how admirably she thinks Sigyn would hold up under torture. Anyway, this is very sweet of them to offer (...that, and she prides herself on being awesome in the sack, this is probably helping) but it's not gonna help even if she takes the eidetic necklace off.
Morgoth is, at this point, genuinely annoyed.
And she pops north again and clears out the bomb assembly site and puts it upwind of the bomb test zone, and goes to Mithrim, "Morgoth's alive and taking form as a fallout cloud permission to wreck your plumbing relocating this whole shebang to another continent?"
It was us, just didn't kill him. Taking the lake would be kind of a disaster, but she hops into the air for a good goggle-enhanced view of everything else, picks them up, puts them near a different lake which is not shaped right but should at least serve generic lake-related purposes.
And she pops into Doriath. Melian, we leveled Angband but Morgoth's still alive and now he's pissed off. Can you hold or do you want me to move this entire forest to another continent for you?
She pops back to New Himring and reports on who she has put. Missing anybody you know about?
Well, the place is radioactive and very hot, right now, and I can't target to land near the Silmarils themselves to avoid being irradiated, so I'd be betting on my healing to work faster than the environmental hazard. Invent me a rad suit if you want me to get them. What I meant is are there any other settlements I have not yet evacuated that you know about besides Doriath which is staying put.
We told Fëanor he could not triumph. He said that perhaps Eru had set in him a fire greater than we know. He was right about that. He still cannot triumph.
You can. He does not sound exactly approving. You will in fact have to do a great deal of shuffling; the Enemy will not take long to find you here, and if he guesses that he can keep you too distracted to do your invention by routinely attacking civilians you have the power to save, he will do precisely that.
My plan is to develop interdimensional teleportation, attempt to secure the cooperation of a sapient magical artifact possessed by my family which has been poetically described as 'to its holder, all questions of "where" are answered effortlessly with "why, wherever you should like"', and then smear Morgoth over a few million parsecs.
Ugh. Not enough. "I need to be rocketing towards a developed spell as soon as possible, and Ulmo advises that plans in general work better when Fëanorians aren't operating them, can I turn over the entire problem of arranging for a city to exist and be populated to that capacity to you guys? I can come by once a day to deliver messages, move things, etcetera, deploy me how you like as long as it doesn't take too long, but my time is ever more of the essence."
And she goes to furious spell-development.
She makes circuits of evacuated people to see if they need to communicate anything, but tries to keep them short. She sleeps one night on one night off. She works. She has to get off this stupid fucking cylinder.
Maedhros probably makes the same guess, judging by how oddly expressionless he goes. That afternoon Fëanor announces that one should believe and convey absolutely no information told to them by the Enemy, even if he swears to its truth. They're willing to have Tyelcormo babysit a Silmaril at one of the other sites as needed.
"The third Silmaril has been claimed as his own by Elu Thingol of Doriath," he says, and then moves on.
"That's the lie I'd pick, too," Fëanor says. "Where's he going, can you get out ahead of him and take someone and this one with you - though honestly - Loki, I swear to you by my name, by my house, before Eru that if you teach me teleportation I will not even try to reverse-engineer the principles behind your sorcerous alphabet until after we have access to your galaxy, but we can have the Silmarils wherever they are needed only with someone teleporting full time and he would love to hold you back from spell development by having you hop across the continent."
"I swear that if a Silmaril is entrusted to me I will give it to you on request, or to any of your sons on their request, and will not attempt to avoid becoming aware of such requests. I swear that if I learn the sorcerous alphabet for teleportation I will not deliberately reverse-engineer or deliberately distribute it unless Loki dies or there is interdimensional access."
The text comes faster than two symbols a second - it can be chunked into words, paragraphs even - but it's still books and books worth of stuff. "For this purpose you don't need full cargo and passenger transit, although I can give you that too, it'll just take longer."
"I know. But as long as we're doing this, the better you can pick up where I left off if I die the better. You probably don't need my grace, you could do without the bird spell, you might want healing and the full extant teleportation, maybe the illusions - though the illusions are the longest by far."
No. My father coerced someone into an oath in broad daylight in public and I needed to challenge him on that. But he had a good reason and may even have been right so I needed to not call to have him arrested or something else I'd have been entirely within my rights to do at that point. You weren't part of any of that except incidentally, and I don't object to discussing it with you, and your priorities are entirely reasonable and shared by me anyway.
They charge across it and the two fallout clouds besieging Doriath abandon fallout-cloud form and worm their way into the earth, leaving smoldering holes, and it's only when they're standing outside Doriath with Silmaril-weapons that they realize, given the Doom, it makes perfect sense it happened like this.
"The problem is actually that the Fëanorians are freaking out. They don't need to relocate the Silmaril, there's a way around that, but they're not going to be able to calm down without being able to convince their oath that they have it. When I have interdimensional transit if I manage what I'm going to try to manage I can hand out free will like it's candy and then they can sit down and shut up about the damn things but for now it would make them less perpetually distracted in their war efforts - which are significant, even if there were unintended consequences to the nuke and that was my idea anyway - if Celebrimbor could hang out here pretending to have custody of the Silmaril."
"It was intensely stupid. I'm not going to argue with that. As soon as I have the means I am going to rescue them from their idiot mistake. I can ask if they can settle for me instead, but it's likely they can't. It's just one Noldo. You can probably ask them for whatever you want, if you feel like exploiting how stupid they are, if you make this one concession."
"It might. It looks like the next step in the war is me getting out of this dimension, and technically I could do that parked in Valinor ignoring everything if I had to, but when interim things come up they've been consistently excellent about turning up with help that serves shorter-term needs like 'where should I put ten thousand Men' and 'how can I see Maiar so I can kill Gorthaur' and stuff like that."
"Celebrimbor can teleport so they thought switching to someone who can't would be preferable. It does have to be somebody who either holds the oath or one with a comparable function in terms of being sworn to make the Silmaril accessible to them, or they won't be able to pretend hard enough, that leaves them limited on selection. I suppose it won't help if I tell you Maedhros is a very nice person."
"If the cousins had picked it up, as much as they hate us, as much as they'd have grounds to hate us, they'd send someone at once asking how to do this right. I think they'd do that if we hadn't sworn, just because something of tremendous value and import of ours had fallen into their hands and they needed it and the right thing to do is to ask how to work things out."
Maglor suggests that she could also listen to sped-up music on some of her breaks, if she finds music restful, so she doesn't have to come out of acceleration whenever she can't take it; and she can osanwë with other people who have accelerated perception, that's usually just Father but they can send anyone she'd enjoy talking with.
He takes breaks far less frequently than her and insists they speak Asgardian but turns out to otherwise be a very pleasant conversationalist; he tells the story of how he noticed he was in love with Nerdanel very entertainingly, he is full of anecdotes about Valinor and about his sons when they were children and about ambitious misadventures from his own childhood; he likes hearing Loki's.
But as long as she's out, she'll be out for a bit. Stretch her legs. Get a little air under her wings. Celebrimbor has presumably been doing most message-relaying tasks but may have been handicapped in visiting Nolofinwëans and Doriath; she can do that.
Good idea.
I'm sure Lúthien will explain it to you, but - this is really intractable at this point, I can't work with people I can't speak to and I can't manage under present conditions for the decade - optimistically - it'll take to get anywhere with Thingol. And the Oath will get worse the longer we wait, too.
I admittedly didn't have much occasion to get to know Thingol but didn't find any redeeming qualities. He is often talked down from his worst impulses, I suppose, and he cares about his people. He said I look just like my grandfather. I wish he hadn't said that, everyone knows the two of them were -
I don't much care for him either and I am angry with her, although I don't know if 'disconcerted' is her most cooperative mood. You would not believe how tempted I am to smile my way through walking them through one of the more civilized paths for galactic treaty negotiations on the grounds that if you rule an entire continent that is the sort of thing you do, isn't it, and then inform them that on page six hundred and seventeen of the thing they just signed they're liable to have an entire Nova Inquisition turn them upside down on accusations of prisoner abuse. I mean, this is probably a terrible idea, but still.
I would like you to not confront Lúthien; I think it's likelier to complicate my job than simplify it, and when I'm operating under this many constraints new variables are not very exciting.
On second thought, if he thinks to make the rocks invisible true sight will be needed indeed.
He's stopped even the pretense of paying attention to the music. We have a thousand feet on true sight. That's not near enough. Shroud every city out to however-far-is-needed-to-react-in-time with your color illusions, last we knew the Enemy had a hard time around those, and tell Curufinwë to figure out how to make true seeing trigger an alarm remotely. Then float them. Some kind of grid in the sky. Tell him not to point out the obvious it'll complicate my life.
"I would object to Elu Thingol holding the Silmaril even were I not bound to stop him. We need them. We -" he bites his tongue - "you know what, Maitimo can stop meddling. If I had all three Silmarils right now I could get true sight at any range, amplification of magics is a thing they do when they're in conjunction. Enemy missiles would be visible anywhere in the world and instead of setting twenty thousand people to mass output of artifacts that cover a hundred feet square I could give them a day off or a lunch break or an education in the magic I'm asking them to wield with no understanding. Elu Thingol is a contemptible idiot and I will eventually take the Silmaril back from him whether I have to or not."
"When something other than the presence of the Silmaril can stand between Doriath and the Enemy, such as, say, the nonexistence of the Enemy - and I am working on that - then if necessary I will steal it from them for you myself and tell them to sit down and shut up. I am not prepared to deprive a substantial population of people who were safer before I taught you how to make bombs of its protection when they require it just because their king is a contemptible idiot."
And the world may feel more dangerous than it did when the Enemy was sitting in Angband, but he was getting stronger faster than we were, there's magics at work that we don't even understand. I guarantee you that if we'd waited to bomb Angband until he'd started making the threat Doriath was under truly apparent, it would have done even less and left him much, much stronger and probably with a flying fleet of radioactive dragons.
You could've asked 'can we keep Doriath as safe if not safer with the Silmarils here', that's an engineering problem, we are good at those."
"I am not convinced that you can protect Doriath if there's no solution to the political problem, and unfortunately its king is too much of a contemptible idiot to route around transparent manipulation from the Enemy and your hands are too tied by your oath and your reputations too corrupted for you to have a free hand at addressing the politics."
"He burrows under the ground. He learns to teleport - Thuringwethil can, over short distances, I don't see why he shouldn't be able to pick up the trick if he set his mind to it - and uses something other than radiation to attack them. He leans on the fact that they're prone to contemptible idiocy, lures somebody out in false hopes of finders-keepersing a Silmaril again because they don't trust you, holds whoever comes out hostage. He thinks of something."
He smiles indulgently. "Promised? I don't think I promised. But you're a good listener - much better than me, or I wouldn't have been in this bind in the first place..." and then resumes the story.
"You underestimate him," she says.
"My grandfather was overprotective too, for something resembling the same reasons, but he let my father study under Aulë at an alarmingly young age. The Valar can be very reassuring presences when its reassurance that a person needs."
"Sure. We tried one. I asked about another but apparently in the quantities necessary to destroy the Enemy it would also destroy the entire planet. The one I'm going to try belongs to my family, didn't kill me the last time I touched it, and would afford me more than enough power and plenty of delicacy."
"I'm planning to leave some people the ability to teleport out of the dimension without me, and leave a note for my mother soliciting based on any sense of obligation she may or may not have towards me that she render foreign aid, and give the teleporters a list of likely next places to try for stashing refugees and collecting weaponry in case she is uninterested, but the Tesseract will be fastest and most effective if it works and I have a much better than average chance of operating it."
"I've been learning magic from Melian. I want to be able to protect a realm of my own someday and aid Doriath in the meantime. I've been helping Lúthien with spell development, too. We haven't been sleeping - she can sing. I suggested restraining my cousin because oaths don't nag you when you can't act on them so independent of whether he planned a suicidal assassination now the oath can't force his hand steadily towards one."
"And for this act of idiocy now he is chained to a wall when he came unarmed to turn himself over to your custody and you were all set to accept his teleporting nephew who'd sworn no such thing instead. I suppose I can at least be confident you won't kill him, because he's kin."
"Executing criminals is permitted," she says, but very quietly. "This isn't how I wanted to do this. But he's a Noldo and probably a smart one and Galadriel thinks that his real mission here is almost certainly to kill my father and that is in fact also what he's sworn to do so it's not particularly unbelievable and I don't see how to do right by everyone here but at least the mess can mostly fall on the shoulders of the people who created it."
"Oh, even being kin is not absolute protection, I didn't realize how many layers of hypocrisy were at work in that fucking word - your lack of confidence in your guards is perplexing, anyway, you've been sparing them to watch him even though he is chained to a wall."
"I didn't know the full wording of it and absolutely nothing about sending Maedhros here alone and unarmed to supposedly babysit the thing - which you are not even keeping in the same room as him, although I take less issue with that than the chain, honestly - screams 'assassination attempt, beware', and it still doesn't."
Loki decides not to say If I were keeping you chained to a wall would you complain about it or would you try to be very charming until I stopped. Or, If it were my priority over all other considerations that he not be there I could remove him. She just frowns.
"Loki, what would you like from me? I realize it's a mess. It's a mess of their creation. I can't let everyone in this city die because they made stupid mistakes they've already killed people over at least twice. I'm not hurting him. I'm trying to balance his lives against ours, but there are two hundred thousand more of us so it comes out a little unbalanced even if he matters as much as anyone else."
"You may have one as soon as he is not being kept like this or I am reliably informed that you will stop as soon as you've got the item. If I came back and you were keeping him chained to a wall and silent I would break the illusion and feel very taken advantage of for the interim time in which I did not know I would have wanted to do that. Let's just avoid that scenario as a potentiality."
Maybe you can ask about an evening's break? I think I might need an evening's break to figure out how to properly disentangle what I'm going along with because I want her to agree to what I want and what I'm going along with because subconsciously I'm convinced the choice is how much fight to put up, not what happens...
I think your mental health is one of our most valuable resources at the moment and honestly a large share of why I didn't just take Celebrimbor aside and say "go get it, bring it back here, ask them about fairer conditions for a stay there" is that I do not want you distracted. The entire point of the people like me is that we solve the problems of the people like you so you can work.
Look, it is actually a reasonably important component of my mental health that I not be useless and I can't channel all of that into long-term usefulness like interdimensional teleportation. Please just actually tell me if you want me to petition to be allowed to take you out for a bit or not.
"Loki's chaperoning," Maedhros says, as if the words are complicated and have to be said very precisely. "I needed a break."
"Yeah. You need to lie down. If we put four blankets between us will that -"
"Bit stifling, maybe."
"We can put them all on me, I'm always cold."
Maedhros flinches. Fingon finds four blankets and wraps them around himself in an absurd cocoon and waits until his cousin has crawled into bed and then curls up around him. "Why do we have a chaperone?"
"Not for that reason. It's complicated."
"You should try doing things with your life that are less complicated."
"When the war's over -"
"The infuriating thing is that when the war's over I can't even take you somewhere uncomplicated and sit on you for five hundred years because you'll be traumatized."
"Yes, I would be. But you could take me somewhere uncomplicated and then insist you were staying yourself and trust me to be unwilling to leave."
"I trust you to be a lot of things. ...not unwilling to leave me."
"If you like I will stay right here until we all die."
"I don't think I'd like that at all."
"That's why I offered."
"Vacuously true promises. That's a new one."
"I told Loki I came here because I wanted an interaction where nothing was at stake."
"That was a fine thing to tell Loki but you should tell me it's because you missed my eyes, or my smile, or my personality, or something."
"I need you to stop putting things at stake because right now I can't handle it."
"I haven't been."
"Are we - not at stake, then?"
"We're just waiting on you."
"Might be a while."
"I have a while. Not right now, technically; I marched right out of a meeting and will be missed."
"I didn't ask you to do that."
"You're pretty dreadful at communicating for someone with a reputation for diplomacy."
"Diplomacy isn't about communication."
"Maitimo - I've never been the one putting stakes on the table."
"I know."
"I figured out eventually that saying I'd always be back at the table was my way of taking something off of it. I suppose you know you're thoroughly ensnared when the best way to defy someone you can think of is to love him unconditionally."
"I used to be so proud of myself for that. Of how thorough it was and how easy it had been."
"I know. And knew at the time, actually."
"...I didn't know that."
"You have some blind spots, Maitimo."
"More of them now."
"Why do we have a chaperone?"
"Lúthien is worried I am plotting with my family to assassinate her father."
"...and I'm helping?"
"You count as family."
"I am very pointedly not Fëanáro's kin for Oath-related arbitration."
"Once we get married I wonder if he'll relent on that."
"I wonder if you'll still count."
"I will."
"Because when it mattered you always chose him?"
"Because I am a lot like him."
"Mmmmm."
"You don't see it."
"Not at all."
"Neither of us are very good at being people but we're good at some other things that you can substitute for it. Both of us end up being unsparing of people because we don't know how to be sparing with ourselves. Both of us confuse love with power, I think."
"He's all right, I suppose."
"That wasn't really where I was going with that."
"...he's pretty attractive?"
"Findekáno!"
"You both have dreadful taste in names?"
"Fingon is a very ugly word and I think you should have just picked an epessë."
"You are welcome to give me one. I'll invent a different story about where I got it."
"Thindarin's not a pretty enough language."
And they lie there peaceably for another while longer and then Maedhros says, "Thank you, Loki, I'm ready to go back."
(Loki only half-listens to the conversation; she does notebooking - with a background between her and them; Maedhros can read Asgardian - while they're having their cocoonful snuggle.) She looks up when he says her name. "All right." And she pops them back.
- original estimate in sidereal time fifty to two hundred, narrowed since then to fifty to seventy-five, first twenty or so of that knocked down already, factor of three in the hole, partway there - If I assume I'm not interrupted by many things that require my personal attention one way or another, could be ten years, could be more than that.
Nothing drags her out of acceleration. Three missiles at a time? No problem. Ten? Just as easy. Missiles shot continuously for a day? No problem. The two target cities have effective communication. The Dwarves are grumpily digging themselves back underground where Dwarves belong and where that sort of thing cannot happen.
She pushes; she manages to stay under for three months real time. She thinks she has a handle on the scope of the problem and the rest should just be filling in.
(She makes sure to thank Celebrimbor when she's between months-in-the-hole.)
She visits Maedhros and takes him out wherever he'd like to be when she's having a break.
And yes he will.
Tesseract did it. Which, I would like to know why it sent me alone, but if it sent me at all that suggests that insofar as I may anthropomorphize it, it finds me interesting. It would explain why the Bifrost did this unprecedented thing and couldn't be used to fetch me back.
Too hard to say. Thauron would probably have spent a century with the Men if you hadn't disrupted him, if he was trying to make them powerful enough to sway fate. It might have been peaceful up until the day it ended; it might have been a slow and bitter defeat. Perhaps he'd have taken some of them alive as presents for me; it was one of his favorite things to offer me.
I'm not even sure it's still where I last saw it. I'm betting on Heimdall telling me where it's gone if it isn't; she's always been very decent to me. If it's moved again after I put it down, someone will know where it is but it might not be me and they might not tell you. I do not think Heimdall will be impressed by the need to commit dramatic suicide-by-infinity-gem.
The closest I come to that trick is imagining that people are entirely justified in thinking themselves in the right by the expedient of pretending they said something with better implications. I leaned on that hard when it started sounding like they were going to try to trap me in Doriath. Surely they couldn't have sounded like that because they meant it, you see, that would be thinking too little of them.
"You look better."
"I think I am interested in trying not having four layers of blankets, if you are willing to hold very still and not be startling."
"How goes not assassinating Thingol?"
"He's a very nice person once you get to know him."
"Is he?"
"No."
Some of both and some there's not all that much to say. I recorded him singing at a mountain because I was there anyway and it didn't cost out-of-the-hole time like soliciting from Maglor. Aerobatics are fun. He mentioned you're going to get him an inextricable eidetic memory so he can have teleportation stuck on really thoroughly.
Maedhros is wearing a Silmaril. He is also chained to the wall again, but seems to regard this as a worthy tradeoff. It occurred to Thingol that the Oath is satisfied if the Silmaril is definitely mine and I am thoroughly their prisoner, and that I'd be obliged to agree to practically anything to get that deal. Thingol believes that this occurred to him totally uninfluenced and I am inclined for him to continue doing so.
Sure. Everyone's all right. I managed to avoid telling your father that you sometimes spent your breaks snuggling your ambiguously affianced. I got in a lovely bit of sparring. Three on one without me allowed to shift Lævateinn, six on one with. I won. Have I mentioned I really like my 'magic sword'?
I can give you cover stories for how I'm spending my breaks if they're needed. You have mentioned that you like your magic sword. I am sure there've been numerous requests of our engineers that they figure out how to replicate it.
I knew better than to tell him! I told him you spent your breaks flying and singing, and now I suppose I will tell him you spend your time wearing the Silmaril. Nobody's come to me about how it was made, which is just as well since I have no idea, it was just lying around, I think, and I got it for killing my first scary thing. It's more or less the only time I got the impression Odin was paying any attention to what I'd like. It's not nearly the equal of my sister's hammer, but it's more my stylistic match by a long shot.
Wyvern that was bothering a town. My sister and her friends were along but I thought I could take it so I had them stand back. I had its tail made into a dagger, too, but I used it in a feint in the first fight with Sauron and never wound up going back for it.
Lúthien feels badly about the chain being back and expects you'll be furious about that and the silence and I can't exactly tell her that I maneuvered her father into it and so do not hold it against him. So she comes and sings but is otherwise much happier to run errands for me than be in my presence. Elu comes but he likes lecturing, not talking.
Oh, it doesn't bother me, it's one of those things that's far more symbolically demeaning than actually unpleasant and given that Elu's going to insist on some amount of shows of power he may as well stick to ones like that. The chain only bothers me because I've had a harder-than-I-should-have-had time correcting my brain about its expectations.
Is it true that he's more in charge of the Kinslayers' decisions on a day-to-day basis than his father? Is it true that he threw himself wholeheartedly into a series of bald-faced lies to cover his family departing with the ships, until they were all across and could light them on fire? That he killed children, on the beaches? That he's a homosexual, that he kept people in line in Tirion with blackmail to that effect, that he spent several hundred years pulling strings on both sides of the Finwean succession dispute in his father's favor expecting his father to get himself killed and leave the crown in his hands?
I'm not saying 'you have an unpalatable opinion, I cannot be your friend'. I am saying 'this topic puts me in an atrocious mood and that on top of my not caring much for Galadriel and her font of sadistic gossip in the first place mean that I do not want to engage in the originally planned activity today'. I am saying 'I wonder if you would talk about this any differently if you knew more about what it sounds like to me when you say things like that'.
I could have presented myself as a god to the Men if I'd wanted. They didn't know any better, you see. I could have told them anything. And if they hadn't waited for an explanation, a real explanation, before they believed me about whatever fool thing I might have said, that would have been wasteful of their intellects. 'Eru said so' is not a real explanation.
I told you, everyone falls in love with me, and I can't even experiment because it's all the songs making them do it. He's been friendly, not forward. I like him and sort of trust him and want him to have the chance to set right the wrongs he did, and he's very open with me, and if he weren't a Kinslayer and there weren't a war on I guess I could imagine liking him that way.
Galadriel? She's been spreading various malicious gossip and I had a sharp conversation with Lúthien about the strategic irrelevance of whether or not you are a homosexual and it wound up at her asking if I thought she should ask you if you'd like to talk to Galadriel and I said I had no opinion. Still haven't. I don't know if you could get anywhere with her.
"Maedhros."
He sends the words to Loki, too, because why not.
Hello. I'd like to give you some more compelling and exciting ammunition. You must have realized by now that the Noldor are currently in a succession dispute only as a matter of courtesy; my father's sworn not to hurt anyone but I haven't, and with the weapons at our disposal at this point no one need actually die anyway, if I decided I wanted them alive. Which I might decide, and if I did we could put the whole city to sleep and wake up your family in Himring's basement. I'm doing it this way because it's more fun, and if you make this way stop being fun, I don't think you win. So what are you playing at?
I want you to keep your accusations against me to the following: I am an unrepentant mass murderer. Thingol should be frightened of me. I am scary and probably plotting something. Those ones are useful, and you're welcome to keep them up. You're also welcome to tell people I'm fucking my cousin, if you tell them which one; I'd be delighted if you'd stop implying I'm flirting with Lúthien, because that suggests an insultingly stupid view of my goals here. You like these people. I'm currently planning to leave them alive. It really seems like we should be on better terms.
If both were bloodless and I could satisfy him that I could really have been sufficiently sure in advance that they would be, accounting for how infrequently plans go that cleanly. Otherwise he wouldn't, and wouldn't pretend to, but he'd stay with me anyway to protect his people. That would be such a horrifying outcome it more than cancels any occasional temptation to try.
I'm not popular enough to pull off a coup, especially not when Thor's older and more locally exemplary and also not secretly a frost giant sorceress. My plan was always to wait for Odin to die and then be queen if she'd named me successor, elsewise advise Thor insofar as I could and sort of seek my fortune in the broader galaxy. I was always the one who fielded ambassadors and people requesting foreign aid and anthropologists and interplanetary merchants and people like that; we have to let a certain number of them in to not fall into such obscurity that people start thinking nobody would care if they started a war with us and to maintain a certain standard of knowledge about the galaxy we live in, but Odin found them tedious and Thor would have found it worse and I always really wanted to talk to them. I'm not grafted to my home planet the way you are to your family. I could just leave and stay gone, if it wasn't the most efficient place for me to progress.
Depends. I have a soft spot for Midgard and could have tried to joggle it along in its development - hopefully less, erm, explosively, than was called for here - but only if Odin didn't care what I was doing. Midgard is sort of loosely a protectorate of Asgard in almost the sense that Elu could be said to rule people outside the borders of Doriath on the continent of Beleriand except that a couple of times Asgard did actually drive invaders off the place and the Midgardians by and large don't know we exist. I could have dug up another less protectoratelike planet in similar straits. I could have gone to some really cosmopolitan political unit, Nova or something, explored my options there.
Findekáno will be unhappy relegated to taking care of me while I flit around conquering things that seem to require it, and has a higher standard for things requiring conquering enough to motivate him to take up a sword - or equivalent - but if the work was interesting and important not as an accessory to mine he might like it.
I know fuckall about frost giants besides that they are giants and do frost and sometimes get into fights with Asgardians - this being why I am looking to spread the problem around - and do not know if they would care what genders you were if they could tell. This is speculative as all get out.
Eventually. Although he says however much evidence he accumulates he's going to expect you to melt away the first time he holds you and on your wedding night. I told him that this might seem like a compliment if he mentioned that he also expected the hallucination to end when we cratered Angband. When it didn't he hugged me.
Malicious miscellaneous gossip, principally aimed at Lúthien. Lúthien and I wound up having a very sharp conversation about homosexuality. At one point I implied that I was ditching her "princess sleepover" plan to go find a girl to sleep with but I've run out of known amenables.
You can't - I am familiar with the comments being unpleasant, but you can't pick a fight over it every time, it's what all of us are told - by the gods themselves - from a very young age. Compassionate people will be compassionate about believing it's abhorrent and self-destructive behavior, but no one, not even Fëanor, seems to have, without personal inclination prompting them, thought their way right out of believing it.
I am not nearly as paranoid about my cousins as I'm sure I must come off whenever we speak - it's my job to have plans for even unlikely things, if they're the sort of thing that can effectively be planned for - but if I were him and wanted to pull this off, I'd do it while you were a day into accelerated cognition, communicate his terms to no one but my father and tell my father that he'd demand an oath from anyone who was told about the threat, and then once he got his surrender and his oaths spend eight weeks designing a different story about the reconciliation.
I'm not sure I'll be able to work with much finesse. Tesseract's a beautiful tool but I cannot give somebody free will by being even very clever about answering questions beginning with 'where' about them. I would need one of the other stones, probably soul but I might be able to pull it off with any other one, though time would be a last resort. And I have some reason to expect the Tesseract to like me, and some reason to expect it to produce a guess about whether I can safely wield other stones, but I might be able to pick up the soul stone and do one, simple thing with it and then put it down but not be able to get it to do complex conditionals. If I can get it to do complex conditionals I'd probably want something like, mm, free will for anybody who would choose it if they were not under the influence of any oaths, maybe with an option to clear standing oaths but retain the ability to make new ones, but something to get around the circularity of the whole business. If you would decide not to be able to tell me about a nuclear threat even if you were not under a secrecy oath that begins to be beyond the scope of things I feel entitled to be annoyed about, really.
I'm really curious what will happen to the converted orcs. I mean, if they want to start the local chapter of the church to One-Above-All even once they're not using the concept as a surrogate Melkor, that's not going to hurt anything but it'd be a little weird.
No, just people with important political positions. It's a very very loosely worded oath, it does not actually oblige you to obey him, just if you're going to work against him to make it known you've parted ways. I don't know what wording Fëanor requires of his people, these days, or if he expects it of more of them.
I suppose. Given Asgardian definitions of honor I would have been in a desperate bind, though, I was too clumsy to hold a sword until I invented my spell... stealth wouldn't have been an option, not learning to hold a sword was not really an option, and female sorcerers are not so much 'honorable'.
Father used to do it all the time, mostly just for fun, back when there was less at stake. Fëanáro's oblivious to subtext and has too much of a one-track mind and most things don't rise to his attention, it's hardly even playing fair. Once he realized there was a lot at stake he compensated for those deficiencies by not working through or with anyone who wasn't willing to write themselves over to him, but that's horribly handicapping too.
I mean that if you say you admire my uncle's leadership and think he's an excellent King, I won't take offense, and you generally needn't qualify your comments about the rift between our peoples as much as you've tended to in recent years. I don't know if you're fond of them or just reluctant to give us ammunition to dislike them or worried that you have to be neutral to be useful but if you were worried about that it's untrue.
I have mixed feelings about his leadership but I unqualifiedly like him very well for social purposes. I find the entire family decent-to-excellent company and they are of staggering instrumental value too. And I am worried that I have to be neutral to be useful but I already live in their city and taught them to make nukes and moved my adopted species there so I suppose there's a limit to how neutral I can seem on the subject.
I don't think he's ever going to be useful to me. But - my father only notices people who are interesting and useful, most people just escape him, and for me that would be a terribly lonely way to live. I do not care about Thingol but I care very much for doing right by him and ending up a person he respects and trusts.
Our departure from Aman was - we should have left a hundred years sooner, it was like that stage in some relationships where both parties are unwilling to end it so instead they try to make it so miserable that they'll have a real excuse, instead of noticing that the fact you have that inclination is itself sufficient excuse.
This is more typical of his strategy, actually. In the war with the Valar he mostly took monstrous forms, or was a volcano or something like that.... I think the reason the Valar weren't looking for evidence he was planting lies and rumors was that it wasn't how they were accustomed to seeing him operate. Thauron understood incarnates better. If he'd been in Valinor at that point it would have gone even worse. But Morgoth's not - above personally torturing prisoners, or anything like that.
Unmoved would be the wrong word. Moved in an undesirable direction. Someone remarked that it was in some respects good that Sigyn didn't come along because then there would have been someone close to me to target. I'm not sure if Sigyn is literally too kinky to torture or not but I'd probably be able to operate under the assumption that he was long enough to get my job done.
Several years away from home playing 'thing Thingol can project his complicated feelings about Valinor, Finwë, the death of his brother's people at our hands, and the war onto' is annoying mostly because of all the interesting things I could be doing instead. From here forward I don't expect it to be terrible in its own right.
If I'd been present with my family and my resources earlier, I could have told them when the assassination attempt occurred that the culprit wasn't obeying the standard Nolofinwean scouting procedures, what their orders if confronted were, things like that. It's broadly to everyone's advantage to communicate more; if I did find they had spies I wouldn't expel them.
I think what would happen is Nolofinwë would find out and arrest Findekáno and my family would at first get a dozen different and confused accounts of this and panic and try to come up within range of here and talk with me or within range of there and talk with our people there. I'm actually not sure what my father'd do at that point.
If my father wouldn't arrest me it'd only be because he wouldn't be entirely confident he had the power, and also he'd at least be given pause by the thought it would traumatize me. He'd probably try anyway, very gently. Stay in your room with one of your brothers at the door while we sort this out, Maedhros, why don't you? The reason I'm in doubt about what he'd do is that I'm here and he needs me here and he'd need you to get me out.
When we interpreted your stance on not sharing your magic as a stance that it was, in general, better for us to die than for us to have scary amounts of power, we got sulky but we kept working on all your plans, didn't we? This war was more important than whatever you intended to do with us afterwards.
Though. Most people wouldn't do anything particularly interesting with your alphabet, or with comparable things.
It. Is. A. Big. Galaxy. And it's been around for a very, very long time. If there is something lying around which grants stupid quantities of power one time in a thousand, several people have gotten stupid quantities of power from that thing and some of them have gone somewhere interesting with it. And some people don't have the creativity or ambition on their own but wind up wielded by people or institutions who do.
"If you'd like me to try I can talk about orienting on gravity wells and specifying selected universe-histories so I don't wind up in a similar but not identical dimension to my own and safeties to make sure I don't land in a sun, and how many books' worth of spell alphabet I have to wrestle into behaving before I can consider those parts done."
She doesn't have a sadistic streak, if that's what you're trying to parse.
She looks over at Maedhros. "He says for the trial we could just exile them from Arda for an Age or until all the dead are reunited, and go tour for new places for the people who don't want to live here or who can't if the continent's destroyed in the fighting. More than it already has been, I mean. If Father decides to go with that then that'd be our grievance settled and traveling together wouldn't be a problem."
This seems like an even worse criterion with magical soul bonding than it does in the standard case. I suppose you don't age so there's no concern about people's looks inevitably fading, but still. I pick up pretty people for casual flings but I'd need so much else going on to settle down.
The Quendi value beauty very highly. And - I think there's a common mindset that it's most important to desire your spouse, everything else you can get from other relationships, that you can only get there. Which of course wouldn't be true on Asgard. Bed, pretty children, someone on your arm for public appearances - if you don't actually like your wife that doesn't matter as much.
People are frequently monogamous on Asgard, at least by the time they get married. If I met somebody I wanted to marry I think I'd prefer it; I mean, I could probably make it work with Sigyn if I wanted to turn it into a romance instead of a friendship with benefits and he could never pull off monogamy in a million years, but it'd be a compromise. And it is considered horrible to be married to somebody you don't like.
I looked for a girl at one point. I had people who I trusted enough - they're all dead, went with me to the parlay with the Enemy -I thought I could tell someone, see if anyone happened to be interested anyway. By then politics was getting more consuming and the Eldar don't wed in troubled times and so I had a good enough excuse.
I actually didn't want to marry my boyfriend, it wasn't really on the radar. The part of me that was interested in acquiring Findekáno didn't - intersect much with my day-to-day ambitions. I mostly just felt this sense that even if I told her in advance, and she agreed, there I'd be having taken someone permanently for a purpose I didn't want them for. It'd be a hard relationship to manage successfully.
And she would have gotten to go around with pretty arm candy. When I used to disguise myself as a boy my usual illusion actually looked kinda like you, I went redhead because I didn't want to look related to my family and the face was superficially similar too. Little did I know how unrelated to my family I am.
She would have been the envy of the city. I personally thought it'd be a pretty good offer even considering, and since I wasn't picking her for looks I could have picked a good eventual Queen of the Noldor for when Grandfather got tired and stepped down - Father was inclined to pass me the crown - and then politics picked up their currents and now look at me, marrying for love to a totally unsuitable candidate for Queen of the Noldor.
Now that I'm adjusted to being here, there's nothing Elu Thingol can really do to so much as rattle me and it feels pretty good.
Well, if you have more advanced technology and your hobbies include 'exploring' you certainly get to meet more people, but there's some awful, narrow-viewed spacefaring sorts whose idea of meeting people involves genocide and some very open-minded folks confined to their planet of origin. Diversity within the planet matters too, species dispositions and how their history has unfolded matters. Just because Asgard has conflated the hobby of 'hitting people' with the visible tech level of 'make it look like we've barely learned to forge steel' and the foreign policy of 'ugh, do we have to' doesn't mean the things go hand in hand everywhere.
The sky is shimmering, gold and silver and where they meet they're white with ripples of the deep ultraviolet she couldn't see before Curufinwë made her the enchanted glasses. There's a hill, lightly sloping, children rolling down the embankments, people picnicking in the shade, and there's a city on the hill, white stone with high walls, glittering.
The streets would be wide but in fact are crowded with carts; each of them a different and extravagant work of engineering, many of them obviously a bad idea - carts of stained glass, carts of blown glass, crystal and copper and steel.
Maitimo is standing at the end of the street. His hair is done up elaborately in eight crisscrossing braids, he's wearing a circlet, his robes are red and silver and pool at his feet without getting dusty.
Lúthien said she'd shown you osanwë collaborative imagining -
Some of the other carts have food. She can smell it. I can't do taste, though. Shame, I bet Thauron'd would have taught me if I'd asked, if I'd caught him in the right mood.
Tirion-Maitimo waves a hand and everyone backs off a few paces. They wade on through. The storefronts are getting more official and more elaborate. The buildings here all have shady facades under which people are arguing animatedly, or eating, or lying with their heads in the lap of their husband or wife, using gemstones to make rainbows flicker across the awnings. Rainbows are more vivid in Valinor.
The street meets a dozen other streets in an enormous plaza whose centerpiece is an enormous fountain, easily a hundred feet high; you can feel the mist on the air even here. Children are playing in its base. The palace, ahead, is clearly held up more by magic than by stone, marble that thin could not support a dome that large or that elaborate. Some of the people up ahead don't move out of her way, but she has to nearly bump into them to realize that they're statues, astonishing ones, a woman resting her head on a man's shoulder as they stare adoringly at a child on the edge of the fountain.
My mother did those all over the city. There's one of each of us.
The next room is brighter, more spacious, the walls some kind of engraving with glass incorporated that tells the story of the arrival of the Noldor in Valinor. There's three concentric elevated semicircles of marble and atop them a very glittery throne. Maitimo vanishes from in front of her and is suddenly sitting atop it, eyes alight, smiling at her.
Up she pops. Mine is in fact Grace too, because I was allowed to pick it when I killed my wyvern and I have a sense of humor. Thor is 'Your Mightiness' but it doesn't come up very much, we don't stand on formality. I am no particular singer, so you're aware.
And then a child walks in, maybe three feet tall, with sharp grey eyes and hair elaborately braided and robes dragging on the floor in a way that looks less deliberate than Maitimo's current outfit, and the child looks up at Maitimo and says "Nelyo!" and then races into their arms, and situates himself quite pickily with a lot of fussing at Maitimo's clothing, and then sings, and now Maitimo can reproduce his brother's voice just fine.
He meets her eyes and tells the story in osanwë so as not to interrupt. I'd just realized I had no particular talent for engineering - I'm not bad at it, I'm diligent enough, but the spark of genius was wholly absent - and Amil was expecting the third, and Father'd just persuaded everyone to adopt the tengwar and was running on triple his considerable usual energy, and Macalaurë could sing like the choir of the Ainur. I was desperately jealous of him. And vice versa. I suppose that's how siblings are.
In runs Thor, trial-sized but golden with incipient power, curls bobbing and cape whipping after her. She is chased by a skidding, tinier, skinnier Loki who hits the doorframe and goes plop. Thor spins on her heel and laughs.
"It's not funny," says tiny Loki.
"Yes it is!"
"What's so funny about it?"
"You just ran right into the door!"
"It couldn't hardly get out of my way!"
Thor laughs harder. Tiny Loki scowls and picks herself up and goes out and comes back tapping along with a scepter that is clearly decorative only as a cover for its real purpose.
Tiny Thor jogs away. The Tesseract appears on a pedestal and Loki and her scepter tap tap tap up to it. Poke. She falls right over, a mesmerized look on her face, tilts her head, reaches again - in storms Odin to seize her by the arm and haul her away.
Shoo, pedestal. In twirls a slightly taller Loki, feet falling where she wants them; and there's Thor again, bigger too, and Loki goes back to being clumsy, but less, and less, and Thor suggests that she needs to try harder, has she tried learning to dance yet -
"No, I haven't tried that," says Loki.
"Well, try it, you're a princess, you can't just fall over."
And with some creative license Loki dances her way into approximately the grace she now really commands and Thor beams, hugs her, flings her into the air and applauds in delight when Loki lands in a perfect roll and hops up to her feet.
Swords become axes become hammers become spears become glaives; Loki gets surer of her footwork, pulls elaborate acrobatics to make up for Thor's more direct but nearly inescapable strength, they graduate to mixed weapons and Loki likes reach and Thor likes impact -
She's got a strictly more powerful signature weapon than mine. It is judgmental on unclear criteria and won't let most people lift it. Of course, when Thor goes and touches a dangerous magical artifact and it likes her she gets to keep it.
Thor runs out of the room, comes back taller again holding Mjolnir and looking extremely pleased with herself.
Thor illustrates these properties while Loki recites them.
At this point I don't know what I could possibly be hypothetically getting out of it. I don't expect that alone to immediately win you over because if it did a bewildering unrealistic hallucination would of course be the smart thing to try and you have every interest in making all possible smart things to try into worthless mistakes, but... The strategic situation of 'Fëanorians can build nukes, Thauron is dead, interdimensional teleportation is imminently on the horizon in the hands of the side of good' - your reactions to this get Evil Me what information about the alternate universe in which you're still captured and electricity is imaginary and so on?
I know. And I've been reading your books and you are definitely from Asgard. And I haven't told you much of actual, war-without-electricity strategic value, I haven't built anything the Enemy wouldn't know how to build - if you were trying to return to my family and impersonate me, maybe, but impersonating me requires more than knowing me quite well, and they'd see the possibility coming...
And you said I had 'different strengths' from Thauron and I don't think I come off as someone who has the 'faking her entire personality' strength, do I? Plus if you think I'm really from Asgard this does sort of imply I'm not a Maia and can't just have gotten stuck in a stupid oath.
I think I believe you. I've been reading the books and thinking I believe them. Only mostly, but - yes, mostly.
I never had enough information to interpret the older generation's stories. We'd been told, yes, that people of particular importance in our community would go and then come back - like that, tormented by a hundred lives and the knowledge all of them ended at the whim of the Enemy. But. Alone those words don't make much sense, I didn't make anything of them.
"They're likely to restrict your direct contact with him and the Silmaril both in ways intended to deter antisocial forms of singing etcetera, and it's entirely possible he's working on something more complicated but I don't know what it is. He did mention that the implication of you composing so fast is that you could use an audience as a pick-me-up but I don't think that's a primary factor?"
"I don't know whether it's a concern. 'If provoked they'd sack the city and he'd happily feed them detailed instructions on how best to do it' is a perfectly justified read on them, your favored 'lovely people who have definitely gotten the mass murder out of their system' is a justified interpretation too."
Everyone would love to have her! There are thousands of people in attendance, actually, and Thingol and Melian wave at her when they arrive. Father wanted assurance you'd make him silent if he started magicking the walls to rubble or something, Lúthien says. I said you definitely would if it happened but would roll your eyes at me if I asked.
He has, one assumes, the good sense to stop well short of Alqualondë, and he does, the song soaring to its conclusion when the Valar send a herald to reprimand Fëanor tell the Noldor to turn back. "Say this to Manwë Thúlimo, High King of Arda," says Fëanor, stepping forward while in the presence of the herald all the others are forced back. "I will not be idle while Moringotho works evils; I will not let grief or despair or any Vala hold me prisoner while Moringotho is free. Perhaps I cannot overthrow the Enemy, but perhaps Eru has set in me a fire greater than you know. And I do not go alone; in the end all the world's free people will follow me."
I suppose it was too much to expect he'd sing about flowers or something, Lúthien says. He's not bad for a Noldo.
My goal here is to be in possession of the Silmaril in a sufficiently meaningful sense that the Oath's inactive and to try to be likable enough to Thingol that he's more willing to accept our assistance where it's useful to his people. Friendly musical rivalries seem conducive to that end. Also Maglor and I got to talk about various things too sensitive for letters.
I might not have gone in to notice the opportunity in the first place, admittedly. But I walked out and could have walked in, and I think I could have scaled the wall if I were really determined, with Lævateinn for a climbing pick. I could carry two Quendi encumberancewise as long as you weren't squirming too much. Wouldn't have been any harder to turn you invisible. The unpleasant part would be the bit where you'd have fallen while weighing considerably more than a bird and maybe if I couldn't pry the cuff open missing a hand. I mean, I would have fixed it, but still.
Several options. One fell swoop while I'm holding infinity stones, might not work on anybody who didn't wind up in Mandos or something. Waiting longer, next spell being resurrection. That I'd probably do anyway for future and non-Ardan dead people. I occasionally fondly consider 'bullying Mandos into handling it' but it's probably a bad call.
Possible. It would have been nice if their original home had been more defensible but at the time I couldn't see Maiar who didn't want to be seen, there wasn't time to build one of those sigil walls up to defensible height - it just made more sense to consolidate. They'll probably opt to separate out again when defensibility isn't such a concern. I might find them their own planet.
Well, it'll depend on what they want. I didn't set myself up as their queen, I think that would have been a mistake with a young species. They don't dislike Quendi or anything, though there is the occasional cultural collision and the economic integration's awkward. They get along great with Dwarves.
The Men have mostly been able to keep up in new fields that Quendi haven't dominated by virtue of centuries of experience. And even then they're inhibited by lack of prerequisite background - electrical engineering took a lot of math they're just too young to have absorbed as well as their counterparts, although some of them managed it anyway. That part should sort itself out a little with time alone, though. The only unambiguous advantage of Men is that they have kids around - Quendi rent them - and that discrepancy will disappear postwar.
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.
Did he parse that right? Well.
Sadly we cannot tell people any of those reasons that their hopes are in vain. A hazard of being around me at all is that people will warn you you're being manipulated by me but I don't think it's particularly worsened by vague romantic speculation so you needn't put particular energy into quashing it.
Which is not quite true. Though I think the conclusions people'd then jump to would hurt Findekáno more.
"Maedhros was saying that sometimes serving his father's best self isn't the same thing as doing what his father says and he gets really stuck whenever that's true, and we were talking about where - that might be true for my father, and who can sort of interface with him the way Maedhros and his brothers do."
No, he says after a pause. I didn't. We didn't think we were going to a Kinslaying, obviously, and my father's decisiveness is also sometimes one of his best governing skills, and I'd already offered my aid in the capacity I could most meaningfully offer it - I'd said that if he were willing to wait a few months I could perhaps change Olwë's mind about the boats. He was not willing to wait a few months. Another skill that is helpful for running things quietly is always having good alternatives to offer your king when the course he's considering is a bad one. When there are no good choices people, unsurprisingly, make bad choices.
She's frowning at him. Most of us don't kill people.
Every course forward from that beach killed people. The difference was that some courses meant we wouldn't have had to watch them die. If we'd sat there and it'd taken me a Year to bring Olwë around - and it might have - would you hold me guiltless in the fall of Brithombar? It wouldn't have stood that long...
It wouldn't have been your fault.
I'm sure they'd have taken much comfort in that.
I regret it very deeply, it was an awful wrong and an awful crime and a terrible terrible mistake. The regrets are just mostly further upstream than the moment we tried to steal the boats - I should have anticipated the problem and gone out ahead to make our case to Olwë, I should have pushed harder on developing things that would let us cross the Helcaraxe back in the noontide of Valinor, when the Noldor started forging swords it should have occurred to me to take precautions, to do training, so we knew how to do things other than stab orcs, I should have broken the news of the King's death to Father more gently so it did not nearly kill him...
And even after you hadn't done all that, you shouldn't have tried stealing boats.
We shouldn't have. It... matters to me that it was a costly series of mistakes rather than a costly single one. I have to prevent all future errors in that category and I cannot prevent every mistake but I am very confident I can prevent another Kinslaying precisely because of how many mistakes led us there. But yes.
All of the other mistakes are ones anyone could make, but no one else would try stealing boats.
Do you think that?
Yes!
The people you know would not even consider stealing things that are treasured by others and whose owners might defend them because they'll keep your own people safe?
The Silmaril glitters brightly on his chest.
We gave it back, she says. You burned the boats.
About that I have no nuance to add, no catalogue of subtle failings, no defense at all. We did and it was an unspeakable evil.
But for the Kinslaying you are bursting with nuance.
For the Kinslaying I am bursting mostly with grief. I lost friends that day, people I'd known since early childhood, people who'd helped raise me and helped me raise my little brothers, the people they'd fallen in love with and their children who I'd watched grow up. And we cannot mourn them, not aloud, not - with nuance, because there's something abhorrent about making a crime all about the scars it left on the perpetuators. But it's there. I loved them, and I miss them, and I would answer for their crimes a thousand times over if I could find a place along the way to cry out that if we had given them any good path they would have taken it, that they cannot earn their redemption in this land but - but aren't monsters even without it.
I don't think I blame your people.
Thank you.
You ordered them into a Kinslaying.
An evil at least as great as personally committing one.
And now you are using them to get sympathy for -
No, he says, I'm not; we have just discussed at length that this is not your decision to make, or I would not have mentioned them. I will not use the dead in my defense, but you and I can speak of them, striving as we are to stop Kings from erring terribly.
She frowns. Sighs. Looks at Loki. Lovely topic, isn't it?
Maedhros frowns. If we'd gotten away with no one dead? For some reason that was persistently going to be true? Yes, unless I also had the information that time wasn't particularly essential to our odds of winning the war here.
You're pretty bad at repentance.
I really really want the Enemy dead. Of all my faults it seems particularly forgivable.
And the primary benefit he gets from torturing people and depositing their shells at our doorstep, she says, um, no offense to present company or anything you seem very recovered, is that we will find it upsetting. I'm not sure we should stop finding torture upsetting so he can't manipulate us with it.
There's a difference between being upset and being manipulated. He took Vár and made sure I knew it so I'd do something stupid. The correct response was to make this a grievous misstep on his part, not to go and do something stupid. He sent me peaceful orcs with their babies to see if I'd overextend myself trying to safely harbor them. The correct response was to hoard my time and energy that he'd so kindly signaled he didn't want me to use on anything that got me closer to killing him. If the Enemy does something, and you can tell exactly what benefit he's hoping to draw from your reaction to it, if at all possible the correct response is to make a fool of him for thinking you'd be so easily played.
Oh, I'm not saying you should loudly proclaim that you have no grievances with any fellow opposition to the Enemy and the Silmarils should all be kept together by the House of Fëanor on their own turf. I'm not even convinced this isn't the best place for the Silmaril to be, which you can tell because it is still here. But you don't have to be predictably fractious about it.
This isn't the best place for the Silmaril to be, Maedhros says wearily, not if we were actually all collaborating and only making a pretense of disunity. They complement each other and are more powerful wielded together. But this is a perfectly fine place for it to be, and Doriath may be spared the Enemy's attention as long as he expects us to attack it and I don't know how good his intelligence is.
Under the circumstances explaining the strategic and humanitarian justifications for having them all in one place could have sounded like an explanation of why you could expect us to sneak this one out, and given that we'd decided not to sneak this one out it didn't seem like a good idea to explain how strong our incentives to do it were.
And only to Loki, If something had gone wrong here and I hadn't been able to handle being held down and I'd asked Celebrimbor to come get me and it out of here it would have looked very convenient.
I suppose it would have, she replies likewise privately; and to both, No point to dwelling on them, but every now and then there's a way to mitigate those costs. I didn't think of any this time, but if there had been some opportunity I would have known that the Silmarils' effectiveness had this condition.
It would take me centuries, he says, and might be beyond me entirely. There are people who could probably do it, but I'm the most spareable partially because I'm no engineer.
Valinor moved so slowly, you had to have lots of threads moving to actually get anywhere in a tolerable length of time.
If you would like to be disguised as an Asgardian girl, that can be arranged and you won't have to go very far for it. But you will not be convincing anyone that you are Odin's missing third child, and royalty hath its retired master swordswomen who give lessons once a century and so on. I suppose you could make it a project to be Thor's best friend and she'll strongarm everyone into tutoring you.
The Dwarves would hear their own language when I speak - it alarmed them, they didn't want me to have learned it - so I can at least be fairly confident I haven't called them slurs to their faces, but I'll pick up the Quenya phoneme set for extra insurance.
Air around me doesn't get warmer; it's possible I get warmer. I can do freezing temperature and colder. Haven't done maximum volume experiments and suspect confounded results because if I'm really pouring it out I keep having to heal myself; regular frost giants limit it to a blast or three even in lethal combat. Don't know if the water's pure, but it melts.
The project I was working on with the Dwarves will take at least a century to bear fruit; I have reluctantly abandoned it until the war is over. We eventually want to teach the universe a correspondence between certain higher-level concepts and the way they're written into magic metalworking so one can do the metalworking with reference to those in places and do it correspondingly faster.
The difference is that before the war he'd have also told me he was doing that. He'd point out, you know, that anyone hesitant to cooperate with us because they've heard about my recklessness might be reassured by a vague implication he's willing and able to stop me, and I'd agree that this was a legitimate strategic priority. It seems to me that from Maedhros' perspective the old approach is strictly superior - he gets exactly the same - understanding, or leverage, or a least information about what reaction he'd need to expect from you - but minimizes the risks I hear rumors and feel undermined and start feeling like there's tremendous intellectual overhead just to having conversations with my son.
But he hasn't done that. That example is illustrative but not the most worrying. He has in general not done that. He is no longer trying to keep me apace of anything he's doing except in the sense of 'I am going to destroy the Enemy as efficiently as possible', and I am much less useful when less informed, and I'm trying to figure out what - assumptions on his part - could be creating the problem.
Yes, that comes to mind. The other possibilities are 'something that only works if he doesn't explain it' - annoying but not impossible, but a lot of things that meet that criteria are dangerous oaths... 'he actually thinks our goals diverge', which worries me - I have wondered if he intends to kill himself once we win the war... 'he really prefers not interacting with me' - in which case it'd be a bad idea to mention that any of this is concerning to me, he will certainly add 'spend more time around my father' to his list of priorities - if he were spending breaks with Maglor or something that would also concern me less. He needs someone. You're a lovely person but talking with you is barely lower stakes than talking with Elu.
He did get to talk to Maglor when he was there for the concert. I... don't think he has taken any dangerous oaths but I might not know, I don't think he's planning to kill himself after the war although I imagine the option is on his mind occasionally. I don't try to be high stakes...
I do want to communicate to him that barring some extremely dangerous oaths case he's never going to be worse off as a consequence of giving me more information. I don't like being handled with selective truths and that's the obvious commitment to make to avoid that.
Your father wants to know if you and/or Doriath would be willing to swap you out for a day so you can visit home. And he wants me to tell you that barring some extremely dangerous oaths case you're never going to be worse off as a consequence of giving him more information.
I should have thought about it more and taken a few trips home.
Hmm. Alright. One option would be for Fëanor to at that point react as if he hadn't known, and hope he can do it convincingly, but he's a bad liar. More likely, he just declines to react, which reads as 'my son was acting with my leave' which is - I'm sure there are atrocities by Asgardian standards where having some of your soldiers sneaking around doing it is embarrassing and damaging, but the implication they had instructions or the tacit approval of their command would be far moreso?
He sits down. Can you take me invisibly to Maedhros?
The two of them look at each other. Maedhros hands Maglor the Silmaril and sound baffle. Maglor takes the sound baffle and tosses it across the room. "I promise not to shake a single mote of dust off the walls," he says, "but I'm not putting up with that. Go home. Get some light. You look like a ghost."
- to nowhere in particular. "Fingon wanted to talk to you and I didn't want to pop him invisibly into Doriath, but I could bring you there, if you want to see him first -?"
This wouldn't be a favor to him, Maedhros says, he's going to be furious and unable to do anything about it.
And they do not loop Loki into the conversation from there.
"...Maedhros." says his father. "Thank you for coming. I hope you're not here just to appease me."
"I have not exactly decided yet. I'm also supposed to be supervised." He nods at Loki.
"Yes, I've heard.
What are you doing after the war?"
"That's not exactly the question I was expecting you to lead with," he says after a second.
"'Anything to say to me?' seemed a bit confrontational. I think this one gets at, of the things that are worrying me, the ones I have the most right to want to know about."
"Or at least everything the Enemy couldn't use, since you think perhaps I'm not your king or your father at all. Anyhow, you don't tell me everything and I'd rather you lie with my leave than without it. So. Just that question. I was thinking perhaps after the war I could walk you through our engineering work carefully enough you're convinced of it -"
"Thank you. That would be lovely."
"Do you want to be here, Maedhros?"
"Not really. I am feeling very trapped right now and I hate feeling trapped. I think I should probably be here anyway."
"I'm working on eidetic memory that's not a necklace."
"Why? It's not a good priority."
"I'm trying to acquire some more sympathetic character flaws, like prioritizing my children too much or something."
Maedhros actually does smile.
Fëanor picks up a pen and paper and starts writing, and writes for twenty minutes, uninterrupted.
"I've been pretending I'm coping much better than I am because I need everyone to trust me, I don't remember most of my life and in particular don't remember why I ever - if I ever - if I'm not talking to you like I used to I can't, I don't know how I used to do it - and I haven't let the necklace fix it because I'm scared if you are the Enemy I'd be letting you put your own pieces in me - and I am only unhappy in Doriath because it'd be very hard to kill myself if I suddenly needed to and after the war I might take Loki up on a job wrangling frost giants but first I'm taking Findekáno to a vacation planet somewhere sexually liberal because we've been secretly involved for several centuries and I don't feel comfortable around you because you could hurt me, in a way that promising not to wouldn't really fix, and this discomfort seems to be persistent and intractable and a feature of everyone who has more power than me and I think it might go away once I have teleportation.
I think that's everything."
"Okay," he says. "Seems like indelible eidetic memory is in fact a pretty good priority. Wrangling frost giants to do what?"
"Hadn't really considered it," Maedhros says, "your choice. I was sort of expecting I'd be operating independently until you forgave me."
"For - getting captured? My error as much as yours, and I eventually even managed to forgive myself for it, forgiving you was much easier. For not wanting your memories back yet? That's on your time. If teleportation doesn't help with the being miserable in my presence we'll develop better long-distance communication. Or do you mean for having terrible taste in men? I'm not going to avoid pointing out that there's a galaxy out there and you deserve much better and could probably get it, but -
I'll forgive you that one if you forgive me for raising you children in Valinor, raising you to trust them."
"My public answer is that my children can do whatever the Halls they please."
"No," he says patiently, "think, it really can't be. It - puts Findekáno in a very bad position, if nothing else, and also I'm not sure Nolofinwë wouldn't outright challenge you at that point -"
"I am not sure what the point of being widely known as a Kinslayer is if people get shocked whenever you do anything wrong."
"..."
"I assume you have the steps you want me to dance."
"I do."
"While there's still a war on, but not a minute longer."
Maedhros shakes his head. "Does that mean I can safely invite you to the wedding party after all?"
"...what?"
"It's something I want. I don't know why I want it but I don't have to compromise on it so I'm not going to."
"Couldn't you have met a nice Man, they're technically fifteen now, little bit less appalling, or an orc, or something? It could be a boy orc! I can be open-minded about that! Or, if you were dead set on one of your cousins, you have cousins on your mother's side -"
"I did not actually pick him to defy you, if you were wondering."
"A little bit. He doesn't seem to have other noticeable traits."
"So you will not be attending the wedding party."
"If you were marrying an inanimate object and wanted me at the wedding party I'd be there."
"But I'm not marrying an inanimate object, so -"
"I've never been able to distinguish Findekáno from one."
"You don't really believe that I can sleep with whoever I want if you're going to radiate disdain at whoever I actually pick for that. I appreciate that you're not disgusted, but - I'm going to need that to go both ways."
"I assure you I haven't lost respect for Findekáno on learning this; that would have required I had any in the first place -"
And Maedhros slaps him. He leaps forward a bit like a startled animal and Fëanor is recently come out of accelerated perception and perhaps genuinely has slow reflexes, or in any event does not move, and then the room is suddenly ringingly silent. "I hate you for burning those ships," Maedhros says. "I don't have the memories that would give me a reason to love you anyway and I've been trying without that but - emotions are so hard to have in the first place, they're far, far too hard to actually fake. You left them to die and you have not apologized and it was ugly and cowardly and hypocritical and I am so tired of covering for you - I have not told anyone I tried to stop you, because I cannot make myself say it, what does that count for, tried - and I have been wearing a crime I tried to hold you back from around my neck from the minute I supposedly got out of Angband -"
"Are you going to feel that way if we miss a missile and it crushes their city? In Valinor they'd have been safe, we wouldn't be spread thin protecting them -"
"I never ever again want to hear you defend your choices by saying 'in Valinor they'd have been safe'."
There's a knock on the door.
"Don't come in," Fëanor says. And he looks back at Maedhros. "You needn't be in my presence again until I have indelible memory."
"Noted."
The first part wasn't effortless. It was not as much effort as I expected but it wasn't - I couldn't tell how he felt about it because he'd decided not to consider that while he was trying to think what I needed, that's never an effortless thing -
I'm very lucky that my father avoids people when he's really annoyed with them, his personality plus even the slightest vindictive inclination would be terrifying."
I should have told him that when the war was over I was going to walk the Helcaraxe, a hundred thousand times, for every person in Nolofinwë's host. And then he'd have said 'well, I'll assign a hundred people to you so it doesn't take you quite as long' and then probably if I'd played it right we could all have done it, and it wouldn't really help but it'd make him stop lying to himself.
We should go back."
"No. I can't think what would make me ready though. Wandering around alternating between regretting hurting your impression of my father and intensely resenting that it's so hard to give him things to reflect off such that he comes off well isn't going to do it. I can't exactly go back and apologize."
"The line Findekáno and I settled on, after much discussion, is that after being rescued I conveyed to him that were there anything in my power that didn't advantage the Enemy I could do to apologize, I would do it. That part's true. And then, rumor-to-be-spread-if-needed goes, he responded that I could suck his cock and I, for inscrutable Feanorian reasons and also perhaps insanity and also I had made him a very open-ended offer, accepted, and so he's been accepting in increments the repayment of the debt I owe him, and this is the extent of a sexual relationship between us. It is sufficiently shocking that no one will be able to talk about anything else, it means because of the stupid Eldarin notions surrounding all of this that Findekáno doesn't lose any standing, and I'm the one who wanted this so I'm the one who can live with whatever they say about me."
"Noted. It might matter that it's me - no one here, hearing that story, would worry that Findekáno's taking advantage of me, just wonder what the Halls I'm trying to achieve and how I thought that'd get me there - and speculate about it, which is important, because we have to assume that at this point the real story is out there so we need something that's less damaging but more fun to talk about."
"Or, I don't know, making a fuss about consent and concepts thereof for sex acts that can't result in marriage might be good for everyone. I am sorry to put you in this position. Ways of spinning 'I'm involved with him with my father's approval' that don't totally discredit one or both of us are a little thin on the ground."
I'm leaning towards 'I had a screaming fight with my father, no details given, we're not on speaking terms, yes I know this family needs at least one grownup but nominate someone else' but that might not actually be the best thing."
"And it's been lovely! How's father?"
"Remember Turgon's wedding? It was just like that."
Maglor doesn't miss a beat. "Oh, I'll want to get home while he's still in a good mood, then."
"I've gotten more finesse and I'm less timid about using it because I know how far and how hard it'll hit when I apply a certain amount of oomph, now," she says, "but I don't think I'm expanding the underlying capability at all. I'm probably better at it than a standard issue frost giant because they tend to ration the blasts. I think we run down some kind of internal reserve that I can top off with healing magic."
Do you want to talk about my son? I have no particular desire to but I also don't want to spend the next subjective six months avoiding the topic."
"Meaning that while you successfully managed not to take issue with his fiancé's gender the way most of the species would, you're making an enormous issue over his identity - and you just admitted you don't even know him very well! - and so you insulted him repeatedly to Maedhros's face and it wasn't a particularly endearing character flaw as they go."
"The reason I do not know him well is that in nearly three thousand years he has, as far as I can think, not done anything. Not published any papers, not written any epics, not invented anything, not planned anything more eventful than a party. We have had a number of conversations during which neither of us ever actually said anything. I would really prefer my children look - farther afield than Arda, now that I know there is anything else, but certainly farther afield than their cousins. Forever is a long time to be stuck with someone, or stuck regretting that you married them."
"He isn't proposing that while I'm juggling artifacts of power I expand the soul graft thing's definition of marriage. They will be doing paperwork on a faraway planet and they can go do different paperwork if they decide to wash their hands of each other later."
"He was the first person on the planet I met and handled my introduction to it very well - explained what was going on, tolerated my alarm about the existence of osanwë with excellent grace and taught me to keep private thoughts, interfaced between me and everybody who needed healing without letting me make the misstep of patting somebody on the head which I otherwise certainly would have done. He's a fine conversationalist, and I find most people boring or off-putting; responds to reasonable argument, concedes error without much prodding, knows plenty about the sorts of situations I've found myself having to navigate in a, hm, friendlier manner than his father and less perpetually exasperated way than -" She has to consult her chart for Irissë's new name. "Aredhel. When Maedhros was wandering around because I hadn't found him a place with the Dwarves yet and he wanted a way to avoid recapture, Fingon was the one who gave me a spare knife for him. He's intensely devoted to Maedhros, the entire thing was far more obvious from his end than the other."
The Vanyar lived in villages; their main city was just lots of these villages very close to each other, as far as central organization went. There were complex academic and religious and communal hierarchies that made it hard until you knew what you were doing to figure out who had actual authority over a problem; they took criminal matters to the Valar directly.
If there are substantially different average differences in aptitude maybe we'll be lucky and they point both ways, and Men can do things they're unusually good at. If Elves are strictly better at everything then while there are plenty of ways of doing economic integration Men might be happier living separately.
If Men are strictly better at everything then perhaps they'll keep us around to look pretty, he adds as an afterthought. I suppose I shouldn't presuppose they won't be.
Well, they definitely have worse eyes and need more sleep, Loki remarks. I am planning to have some nice galactic biologist in to look them over and figure out birth control and longevity-if-not-immortality once I get out of the universe. That and the next spell on my list is resurrection.
I am very sure 'if they are separable there'll be political pressure to separate them and it'll be considered objectionable to have them all in one place to actually use' didn't cross his mind.
Not at all. But - I assume Nelyo's scheme here ends with all of us accepting a chastisement and a sentence of exile or something from Elu, thanking him for it, and taking the Silmaril back, and my father will play along without telling Elu to go fuck himself but then he'll invent something amazing that literally only works for the House of Fëanor and that will be his way of communicating the sentiment and I can't blame him because I've been tempted to communicate it in an even more obnoxious manner.
It fails to capture the concept I consider relevant in both directions. No one refuses to kill orcs because that would be kinslaying. No one's willing to agree that it would not be a substantial wrong apart from my strategic value to kill me just because I'm from another planet. At least not now. I assume my honorary kin status would evaporate if I got someone really angry.
We hadn't met his wife before the wedding party, he courted her far away from the whole family which I do not blame him for in the slightest. It was a very formal very nice party in the palace and everyone'd drunk a lot and my father was being my father and Turgon was being - very restrainedly rude, Elenwë wouldn't have picked up on it because it was all comments that could have been neutrally intended, and they just kept picking at each other and eventually my father said to Elenwë that she would probably someday regret marrying for social position and the groom attempted to throttle Tirion's crown prince and it was very dramatic.
And that wasn't a disaster. It was not much fun, and he'll probably not want to speak to me for a decade or so, but all the disaster scenarios I had in mind began with 'you're no son of mine and I'm not satisfied that you holding the Silmaril fulfills the 'Fëanáro's kin' stipulation of the Oath and you can go join New Mithrim if they'll have you but Doriath we're telling that we're not accountable for your behavior'.
I did not think that was likely or I wouldn't have chanced it. But not being on speaking terms with my father really truly isn't worse than I expected, and I got some satisfying yelling in first. And - the last thing he said to me was that we need not see each other until he has the indelible memory solution. That - is his way of apologizing, and I'll be the first to say that he's very bad at it, but - he was furious with me and made a point of communicating that he still considers a hard probably-unnecessary thing that will make me happy to be an important priority.
I would expect that to be a disaster. My father does not enjoy being around people who hold him in contempt and I don't think Findekáno can win his respect or will particularly desire to try. Instead I expect my father will pointedly try to evaluate whether Findekáno is interesting to him and Findekáno will eventually, unless there's company, fall back on insinuating things that will annoy my father.
Which I don't think is true, incidentally. I am pretty sure I did love him and trust him. But that's how I would hurt him if I were trying to, and you could certainly say true things that would raise it to his attention.
The way to upset anyone who isn't my father would have a lot more to do with implied relationship dynamics. As you must have picked up on by now.
Then you have a limited imagination, or else it's another species difference. I would find politics very boring if everyone just communicated directly their current opinion of everyone else and then picked their shared goals and negotiated on the other ones. I'd change to a world where that happened, of course, because the point of politics is not my entertainment, but I would lose my principle source of something that I very much enjoy. And sex, unlike politics, only affects the involved parties, making it much more ethical to make it an elaborate power game! Or at least so I naively thought back before the war started.
My eidetic memory's not quite that good for anything that's not about physics - it's all right for books I remembered reasonably clearly or read more than once to start, although I'm sure there are discrepancies, but I didn't read anything called The Nice Sexually Liberal Galactic's Guide To Sexual Ethics, it's dribs and drabs from stuff I skimmed.
I'm not entirely sure either but it would make it a lot less ominous to hear that somebody's fated to something. 'Oh, is she, I'll just go suggest that she not do that then. That might actually work, whereas in the absence of free will somehow it just wouldn't quite.'
If anyone else is present they won't talk about me, so that'll probably help. If New Mithrim's done anything interesting from an engineering perspective and Findekáno is willing to listen to an explanation of how it could have been done better that'll occupy my father all evening. I decided I wanted Findekáno after listening to him straighten out a stupid centuries-old honor dispute by just cheerfully expecting better of everyone in the room until they got better, but I don't know that my father respects that as a skillset.
My father is not going to tenderly embrace my affianced and say that he's delighted he'll be part of the family and regrets leaving him in Araman. He might stubbornly grind out something like 'obviously had we known you'd come anyway we'd have sent back the ships, I underestimated you' and Findekáno'd be suitably moved by that, from my father that's a big concession.
Separately we discussed whether, if I am mostly using him for emotional stability, I'll still be happy with this relationship should I ever recover emotional stability myself. He said I am likely to find something else to use him for, which didn't seem like the world's most reassuring answer, but then he started making suggestions and it was very cute.
...if you get generic permission to have Noldo guests, sure, according to the same principle by which I obey the no-weapons policy with Lævateinn in a harmless shape but on my person; if they think they're letting in someone on a shortlist I'm not willing to sneak him by.
It is. I might take longer breaks somewhere in there. And/or ask Fingon if he is really really sure that he doesn't know of any Quendi lesbians in his host pretty please, because I assume you only exhausted the ones in Himring and didn't have them all to yourself.
I think a greater-than-average share of people who were doing vaguely unacceptable things joined our host, but certainly not all of them. There are also sex acts between men and women that definitely don't result in marriage, we mostly discourage people from that lest they get overwhelmed and decide to take the risk but you do not seem remotely likely to.
To my galactic sensibilities it makes you sound vaguely awful, so my options if called upon to have an opinion on the gossip would be 'misrepresent my general ethical beliefs', 'denounce you even though I like you', and 'conspicuously claim that voyeuristic gossip does not contribute to a restful break'.
You haven't discussed them in depth but, at a guess, everyone in the royal family who solicits people who'd never disobey us, everyone broadly who arranges marriages, anyone who got married for security or house membership or food beside Cuivienen and everyone who married someone knowing that those were their partner's reasons...
Plenty. Some species manage to be more obligate monogamous and/or heterosexual than you guys have pulled off under divine command; or only one sex has multiple partners; or having children requires at least six people and casual sex is only fun if you can get together at least ten...
And then I'm in Himring, can in fact take the engineering courses which we would in fact like to know about, and can see Maedhros when he comes home on breaks - and he'd be very delighted that I am however engineered the circumstances his prisoner - is that a thing galactics find problematic?
The problem with this is that when people who aren't Maedhros develop plans like this they don't work, so I am not going to try it.
There'd have been - something to work off, beyond 'well this is inherently wrong so I suppose we'll just do whatever we want' or 'let's try to mitigate the damage we can be presumed to be doing one another' or - or what often comes up is 'I won't assent to doing something wrong, I will make you insist' which can be dangerous.
I can't think of a good reason, and as you point out Morgoth is evidence that he doesn't need good reasons to do things. The closest I could come would be something like 'you are fundamentally constructed in such a way that it is optimal for your soul health or something if you do thus and such' which merely prompts the question of why you'd design a species that way and then not make sure they were all actually heterosexual.
When he has a moment she'd like a word. ...Meantime, do the not-so-little-anymore orcs want to go on a field trip to the converted colony? She'll transport them if they all let their parents know where they're going, they can stay overnight while the orcs will be all awake.
I think very highly of my father and trust his judgment in most matters and think he's a much better King than Fëanor but - the thing he'd object to, about the story that you felt would oblige you to denounce me, was that I would be giving Maedhros an avenue to manipulate me and if I said 'don't worry, I don't give him leave to talk' he'd relax enormously.
"Is this an audition? He wants me. He'll choose me over you if you press him. I am not actually here in any particular hope of winning your approval."
"You seem to tell yourself it's unachievable when I actually think my standards are very low."
"Well, there's how interesting he is and there's how that can be usefully communicated," remarks Loki. "You probably wouldn't fall for one of those people who has people hanging on their every word without saying anything but that doesn't mean you can't make the opposite mistake if you aren't gratifying to perform for."
"I'm confused about your investment in this - not very confused, because obviously Maedhros wanted your help arranging secret visits and that is certainly sufficient explanation for you having been carefully exposed to bits of a story you'd get invested in, but a little confused, because it does not seem like an interesting priority."
"I'm full to bursting with galactic sensibilities, I think they're adorable, and they seem to benefit from having somebody around who thinks they're just - plain - adorable. I have suspected since before I even rescued Maedhros and known since shortly after, the information was not planted to secure my transportational help."
"Sadly I hadn't had much time to develop one; I only knew he was gone for a week before Loki found him. A lot of very careful music, probably. I did not expect I could get us out alive."
"No," Fëanor says, "he didn't."
"Managed not to turn the Enemy into five vindictive irradiated ash monsters -"
"You really should have just stayed in Valinor -"
"And then Maedhros would have died with you on the beaches of Alqualondë and while I am sure he wishes that he had he's managed to avoid expressing the sentiment."
"Yes," Fëanor says, "I shouldn't have done that. It would have been nice if you'd stopped Galadriel giving speeches about how the only righteous path forwards was to stop me at any cost, and your father could rather have predicted that I'd have difficulty working with him while he called himself True High King of the Noldor, but if I'd thought about it I'm sure I could have come up with a way to make sure you didn't distract me from the war that didn't leave you in Valinor."
"Thank you."
Fëanor shrugs. "It wouldn't have been straightforward. You were making yourselves quite the liability."
"1391."
"That's a while."
"Luckily you're not very observant and don't care about him very often."
"And your family?"
"Was attentive, but their attention isn't as dangerous, they don't jump to conclusions and they have never threatened to kill anyone."
"You were worried that if I found out I would threaten to kill you?"
"Before I knew him well enough I was worried you'd order Maedhros to, and he would."
"Ah, so you're motivated by concern for my own good."
"I don't want my son tied by guilt to something he'd have left behind if he hadn't been forced to commit to it-"
"Then the Oath was a bad idea, now wasn't it?"
"I didn't come here for your verdict on anything, so that's strictly more verdicts than I was looking for."
There were a lot of doors that only I knew about so if I needed to have a solid wall between me and people I could do it in an instant. There weren't any things that had unpleasant associations attached. It was a bit obsessive. Obviously I need to cope in places that I didn't personally build to be tolerable.
"I don't yet know how much finesse I'll have. It is loosely possible I'll come to some amicable arrangement with Mandos and won't feel obliged to rescue anyone from him while I'm wielding my galactic trinkets, even, I've never met the guy, maybe it's just that most of the things I hear sound horrible."
"Most people are reembodied quickly and are cheered, more powerful, more capable, a little wiser for the experience but not strongly altered by it. People who were in the Enemy's custody are hard because many of them refuse reembodiment, and Mandos rightly will not oblige them. People who killed others or who forced others to take their life in self-defense have a long period of waiting in the Halls, but I don't think you want to bring them all back either. At least, I hope not."
"I admit to being very poorly educated on the subject of frost giants, but I think there are rather generic ethical problems to being completely and involuntarily inspected down to the most private thought and it's worse done by a being who gets to decide if you live or die depending on whether he likes what he sees."
That's not my problem; I actually don't worry very much about needing to be stopped from wrongdoing. It's... I don't have quite your memory for people's names and traits, so I'd find it lopsided? I don't mind being in charge of things but I'd mind being at the helm of that level of, I want to say 'fanaticism', without a deeply personal understanding of who I was commanding it from. I could manage maybe five or ten person-accessories well and from there it would get intractable and discomfiting, not that I'd consider it priority one to disband them if I needed them for something.
And right now Father finds it stabilizing and treasures it much more than he ordinarily would, he's very very dependent on our peoples' belief in him and his cause, so it's less lopsided. If he'd have gotten the crown in peacetime there are lots of reasons he'd have given it up but that's one of them.
He said, 'He didn't burn the boats'. Twice. Then the thing about you making things complicated, then confirmed he'd tell his father, and I said 'I know you are', and he said 'I understand why he wouldn't want that, but everyone deserves to know and it's relevant', and then he said he wasn't going to see you for ten years, and to tell you that your father apologized for the ships. And then we briefly discussed the field trip for the adopted orcs.
I hate it. I am sure that there will be occasions in the future where Father uses them to - replace a planet's dying sun, something absurd like that - and I'll have to start being fond of the damn things again but right now it's just a chain around my neck. And the Enemy wore them in his crown and having it on all the time isn't good for my sanity.
I have never actually said anything like that to him before, so I don't know how he'll react to me trying to fix it. I've wanted to say things like that but the stakes were always too high. But I genuinely trusted him that he wouldn't make me worse off for saying things - rightly, i guess, I will give him that - so nothing was at stake but our relationship and I genuinely don't remember it.
I probably would have done it the other way around, left you with at least most of your ability to draw on the emotional resources of your family but sharply reduced ability to be useful, especially if I thought I could strike a balance so you were just useful enough that it wouldn't be obvious you were a net drain to you or anybody who'd tell you.
It is intellectually tremendously useful to me to have a picture of what kind of enemy you'd be, it makes me more confident that you aren't. I do have a strong panic reaction around you and everyone else who can hurt me and it does get stronger when you say things like that but this tradeoff is worth it to me.
Perhaps sometime we can do it all at once so I can brace myself. But still. I asked you to tell me and I'm glad that you did. I think your proposed strategy would have worked well. They trust me. If I say to do things they do them, they wouldn't ask themselves if I was still reliable, not if I was still good enough at what I do to pretend to be -
She's shown willing to swear that she hasn't lied over the course of a conversation after the conversation. I wouldn't trust her as far as I could throw her otherwise, Loki shrugs. But it'd be an assertion within the thing you're trying to determine if it's a hallucination or not, perhaps it would be totally useless to you, perhaps it should be.
"Different girls might actually do the trick, second question's a little much considering I am not in fact currently planning to fuck you, and I am in fact here to ask if there's anything worth knowing about how to tell one is in a hallucination via Morgoth and/or Thauron mind control."
"Hmm. Yeah. The Elves have that inconvenient total-bodily-control thing that's harder to spoof than senses or osanwë - one thing that works, though it wouldn't work for you, is that if you just have your lungs stop processing oxygen then unless he's paying really close attention he won't notice, and you will continue to be able to function despite knowing yourself not to be breathing. I don't think they ever found a way around that besides 'rip out the memory, try again'."
...haven't asked. Seems out of keeping of the tone of the conversations somehow and I don't have anything much that I'd do with the answer. My guess is that she aligns to power and interesting-things-happening, that this is why she's making nice with me now and why she cooperated with him before.
I asked Tyelcormo once. The way he explained it was that the Maiar could easily use all of their cognitive processes just on senses, and be utterly aware of the world but less - conscious, in some ways - than we are. Most people find that unappealing and so most Maiar are mostly cognitive and a little bit experiential. But Huan likes it the other way, and - when he has occasion to think about it, doesn't think that him running things for our side would be better, and it would have to be a lot better to justify completely unwriting how he functions in the world...
Oh, and I'm being a Vala, not Eru, so I don't get to customize the population, do I. Maybe I'd try to customize it indirectly. Make sure the place was categorically and instantly unsurvivable for anything that couldn't put up with Morgoth's crap reasonably well. Populate that, Eru.
I am sure he would. And Nienna'd argue for mercy generally, it's sort of her attribute, and Men aren't supposed to go extinct they're in the plan maybe that'd sway the Valar - unless there are Men elsewhere we don't know about - they killed a bunch of us after Alqualondë but they didn't just execute us all on the spot and that was much more provocation, maybe they're easier to sway internally towards mercy than I realize...
I think the best option if staying here is certain death is to transplant Doriath to somewhere climate-matched and uninhabited - he sends a mental map of Valinor, shades a few possibilities - Melian may have her own opinions, of course - to take the Men and orcs and Dwarves to the edges of Aulë's lands and immediately go petition him directly, and to leave everyone explicitly prohibited from returning.
Aulë's lands are here, my mother might have gone back to her father's, which would be here - I don't think she'd still live in our family home, and there's no way to check - hmm. Do you have leave from Ulmo to visit Valinor and return here? If so, that'd be something worth scouting out in advance, actually.
Maybe there's some innocuous reason to be in Valinor temporarily so it's not so obvious that I'm nipping in to lay groundwork for importing cities. I want to compliment Aulë on Dwarves? I'd open with that anyway if I were asking him for a favor, all, 'congratulations on Dwarves, they're awesome'.
She was trying to petition the Valar to let us leave. Aulë told her it was the only path that didn't end in disaster and Father was sick of begging at their feet for rights he felt they had no right to deny us, and petitioning the Valar is slow - this was before the Darkening - when he was exiled she did not come, and they did not speak again until she begged him to leave her some of the children, to which he said 'they're not children, and they're not mine to distribute as favors' which was true and fair, and then that if she really loved us she'd be at his side which was not.
Well. It was true in a sense that I personally find compelling; if she'd come he'd have been less reckless and despairing and together she and I could have talked him down on the ships, if she'd come we'd have been safer, if she'd come things would be better. And I personally can't imagine loving someone and having the avenue to make things better and protect them and not coming. But I don't think she felt like she could keep on doing it all the way through to our preordained and inevitable deaths, and it's not like my father is an easy person.
He will think the main reason not to let us back into Valinor is that the Valar would not kill us slowly enough. But otherwise you'll probably get along, he's a good King.
Not culturally. Just personally. - The emotional foundation's there, I can use it to do things like work faster or hit harder. But I'm more dangerous scared than angry, in the relevant sense; I can think straight through anger alone; and when I'm thinking straight I want people who've done bad things stopped, not hurt, not if that's not important to stopping them - maybe deterring third parties but not for its own sake.
We're not even trying on leave for the exiled to return, and anyway the Doom says specifically that we'll remain in Mandos even should all those we wronged entreat the Valar to lighten their sentence, so I doubt a situation will arise where it will help. If one does, obviously you may share anything that helps you achieve your goals.
And she turns into a bird and flies to where she may expect Nerdanel. But not too fast. It's so painfully pretty here and she does want to take in the scenery. ...This sentiment is at least 10% Valian time fuckery but she's on a break, she will allow a little bit of time fuckery as long as it doesn't keep her here more than a week.
Hello. I am extremely confusing and don't know where to start, please interrupt me to ask questions if you want the information in a different order than I'm presenting it. My name's Loki. I'm from another universe, landed here by accident, have been mucking around in the war overseas. Your family's alive except Ambarto. Maitimo suggested I come talk to you about some things.
Loki pulls out her map. They're mostly here, although Maitimo's here and Caranthir's here to babysit Silmarils to distribute their protective effect. Everyone is in excellent physical health; Maitimo's not in ideal mental condition because he was captured for a time but I rescued him a few years back and he's functional at this point. The war is not hopeless. We leveled Angband, and in a few years more I'll have a spell that will let me get back to my universe and access all kinds of more sophisticated resources than the one we reinvented to accomplish that. There are lots of people native to the continent alive and well and they've been doing very well on the not committing atrocities thing.
Leveling Angband did not kill the Enemy. Assuming he doesn't manage to kill me before I get out of the universe, I should be able to finish the job, but in the meantime he's got various tricks to pull to make life unpleasant. Maitimo thought I should ask your advice on petitioning Aulë for allowing me to teleport in refugee non-Noldor Elves, Dwarves, Men, and some orcs I managed to get out from under their oaths of service if it should transpire that Valinor is the only habitable place on the planet at some point. We're assuming there's no way anybody Doomed gets back in.
I am not at all sure you should ask in advance.
I'm not sure I should ask in advance either; that's why I haven't. Maitimo may or may not have been too cynical when he speculated that if I brought in anyone who wasn't supposed to be here they'd all be executed on the spot.
There might also be some nightmare scenario where I can keep them alive there but only if I do nothing but heal with my every waking hour and then I can't finish my spell, get out of the universe, and get my hands on artifacts of ridiculous power to end the war.
I don't know enough about the population there, how it's distributed, what capabilities you have, what capabilities they have - at a guess, if you bring back people who aren't the exiles, and we go at once to Aulë and I talk to some people who can go at once to every other Vala we stand a chance with, we can at least drag out the debate over whether anything should be done about them for a few decades.
She turns into a bird. And I can. Too. Fly.
Arafinwë - Findaráto and Artanis' father - has been appointed King of the Noldor, they're pretending the exiles don't exist. He is trying very tentatively to make amends on their behalf and restore diplomatic relations with the Teleri, which is going very slowly. He's also trying to move the Valar to act in Endorë but that's even more hopeless. Fëanáro's mother has been released from the Halls of Mandos and is in the service of Vairë, the Vala of fate, as I understand it. The Sun and Moon were our work. I hope they're helping.
She flies around looking at more pretty stuff, relaxing - it is really relaxing, she's not sure she'd be able to get any work done here but she's not trying to do that.
She waits until it's been a couple days and then goes back to Alqualondë.
Going back in eight weeks to collect Lúthien and possibly letters your mother's going to assemble for me. She's going to get in touch with people who can petition various Valar and says it will help if I can also save hobbits and Ents, but I don't know where those are. She's pessimistic about my long term goals.
It hasn't come up yet and the circumstances of Celebrimbor's oath were a little alarming, but it's probably not a bad idea to have more backups in case I die or am desperately needed for spell purposes a dozen places at once. I did give him the healing spell.
Now you've got me tempted.
I think my grandmother might have been able to extend her talents if she'd been thinking strategically - and why would she have? they'd just arrived in Aman - to mirrored tapestries so that all of the ones hanging in different locations showed the same thing, and then perhaps to ones that were responsive to voice or touch, so you could have instantaneous communication. Which would only really be interesting if it was instantaneous across star-distances but I think it might be, the palantiri are.
First thing Father wanted to know when he got your science books. He thought they should be and he did some tests with Celebrimbor as soon as Celebrimbor could teleport to the edge of the world, with sufficiently precise time-measuring devices that they both seemed to think they'd have noticed a delay if there were one.
These leaves all tasted like toffee - everything in Valinor is edible to Elves, probably also edible to you - the trees would support my weight while I ran around, the river would get to the temperature of a hot tub and have some bubbling jets to relax my muscles, it smelled like fresh-baked cookies, the leaves tasted like said cookies, the leaves would adopt a format that let me use them for scheduling and planning, I could carve stone with this stick...
There's a limited supply of eidetic necklaces, so she can't make her offer as broad as she'd like, but: she's willing to duplicate Celebrimbor's arrangement for anyone who's not under competing oath and wants to be backup sorcerer in case she dies or something, and healer/teleporter in the meantime.
"We like having you here and don't want to be rid of you, trust me, but honestly I think that if we lost both him and you that's it, we lose. No one else is going to be able to reverse-engineer everything fast enough to understand how it works and start building with it, and we're postulating he has an attack that can destroy cities."
"I'd visit. The question is who'd keep me company there, Maedhros can't run his projects from triple speed and Lúthien wouldn't like it and they won't let other Noldor in and I'm not sure who among them have things they can do in acceleration who might be a good conversationalist."
There was apparently some coordinated effort to share experiences, in as much detail as people were willing, to find common threads, when they were rescued after the war. Mine was atypical in terms of personal attention from Thauron and Morgoth, but not atypical otherwise. So he hasn't changed his tactics too much, which is interesting - we don't know enough about how the mind-control - the kind everyone's scared of, the enemy-sleeper-agent kind - works. Some people are very insistent that it's just people who've been in a simulation the last hundred times getting tired of this one and not assigning even the smallest chance that this one's real.
And he sits quietly and reads. I'd just let you see them but I'm not sure I have leave, they're not written for publication. I wondered why they didn't just tell everyone in Valinor everything they had, but apparently if any of it is useful the Enemy can just rip it out, so - no protection in knowledge, really, and it's a lot of pain to put everyone through otherwise.
So she picks a nicely-balanced and distributed population and swoops them all to a neutral location and hears their oaths and hands out necklaces and tediously osanwës the alphabet and extant teleportation spell text. Celebrimbor can have an update on her work on extradimensionality too.
They can see themselves home, presumably - she distributes her best up-to-date map, tells them about Direst Emergency Evacuation Plans, tells them all what to try first if they get out of the universe and she's dead or if she gets out and the first thing she tries gets her killed.
Maybe now she'll hang out with Nolofinwëans before she goes back to work; that was really tedious.
Well, I mean, for me in that I am sort of worn out on resenting them and don't particularly derive any satisfaction from seeing them harmed at this point. For everyone else in that you didn't even have to plan it, it all just worked out, as elegantly as anyone could have possibly wanted, on terms even they have no position to complain about.