That being said, he thinks he prefers the elven form. Not exclusively, too long spent in a single form and something starts itching at the back of his mind, but he thinks he likes it more than the dwarves. The design has Eru all over it, all expertly crafted and beautiful functions and layers and layers of perfect intricacy pulled into utterly bizarre directions. Like a master painter picked up a brush and painted a gorgeous, glittering vista, but with the perspective drawn at just enough of a skew to grate on the nerves of the viewer, even as they admired the craftsmanship. Maddening.
So of course he prefers it to the dwarven form.
The dwarves themselves were like their biochemistry; efficient, straightforward, practical. He could respect it, certainly, but it made wandering their streets unchecked a bit tricky. Also a bit boring, once he'd figured out the trick of it. Dwarves were many admirable things, and he'd be the last (well, second to last; after Aulë himself) to name them anything but a fine species, but they were so - so themselves. He'd never wish for them to be anything but, it clearly worked beautifully for them. Even so, after a while one gets very bored of bartering mutually beneficial trade agreements, properly worded contracts, and sound investments. There's only so much a Maia can poke at for personal amusement.
He's run out of options, he thinks. As delightful as their reaction to the singing mushrooms was, he can guess what would happen to anything else he threw their way. There's only so much sensible cataloging and pricing in tonal sets of singing mushrooms that he can stand, before he starts to feel less like the playful trickster deity and more like the slightly bizarre business venture deity. He adds another set of singing mushrooms in very marketable colors and tones in a nearby side cave, as a sort of acknowledgement of their skill in besting him, and then he takes his leave.
In the form of a local species of hawk, he soars above the continent, and wonders what he'll do next.
Elsewhere, someone addresses her cousin. The one who specializes in singing.
Hey, guess who just figured out a decent binding melody that can clumsily mesh the effects of two songs together!
Who would bother? That would sound terrible! You could bend the laws of magic, but at what price?
Me, admit I was wrong? No, no, I'll insist I had faith in you from the beginning. How's it go -
And if you would like to hear it in action, I warn you, I am no longer allowed to sing anything associated with it in or near my house until I have something less. Uh. That. My mother had that long suffering expression on her face.
You can stay here, my family's well acquainted with the sacrifices we make for our art. When he was seven Tyelcormo tried to strangle me in my sleep because I'd been practicing scales all week, you know.
That's pretty cool. Do show me when you've gotten it straightened out - or, hmm, let me try -
In the service of not torturing your mother any more than we absolutely need to.
He starts humming.
Of course. How've you been?
Calassúrë wouldn't say she specializes in gardening, she much prefers songwriting, but she can get competitive about it anyway. She will have the prettiest gardens of them all, bwuahaha.
In the city? There's hardly space for a proper garden there.
Nelyo probably appreciates you tremendously, half his job is trying to talk people down from making Tirion too busy.
Yeah, I'd get annoyed with him if I thought he was promoting me - not that he would - which gardens are yours, so I can pick them out next time I'm wandering the city -
I'll check them out!
I will feel free to interrupt you!
Her gardens are lovely things, and lean more towards creative use of texture and color over finding the most impressive specimens to put into the garden. In fact, she has a number of abnormal choices of foliage in the gardens themselves, often considered too plain or boring for use in an Elven garden. She uses them anyway, to help draw the eyes to specific centerpieces, or fill areas to help accentuate the negative space that gives everything else proper breathing room. They're interesting, and she seems to experiment with different things with each.
When he has a prettier bridge for the song he mentions that he found them charming.
She'll thank him properly the next festival, when she's likely to see him, but that'll be a while. She'll just keep obsessively working on writing songs to the exclusion of all else.