"Oh, my dear love." Hair pets, soft kisses.

She snuggles into her wife rather aggressively. 

"I can't save most of them. Nienor - I couldn't stand to put my husband back in that role, so - it's drifted to someone else. A woman, and Turin a man, and - the same mistakes each time. But sometimes I can rescue Nienor, and even prevent her from killing herself again, and steer her to join Lalwen - "

"I can't keep her from miscarrying. It's the stupidest fucking tapestry thing. Turin apparently isn't allowed kids, even ones who vanish out of the narrative."

"Turin always dies but I don't - ever try to change that."

Lean. 

"...I don't like the First Age much."

Hug.

So many hugs.

"...I don't ever want kids. Even if not breaks the timeline or makes things harder. I - can't. Again."

"We'll work around it. I promise."

Kiss.

"I - think we can manage to hit the battle before the timeline gets destabilized from no kid."

"Focus on that, then."

Snuggle. 

"I will."

Pet pet.

"I love you."

"I love you too, dear heart. My Mygwainor, my wife."

She giggles and kisses her wife. "Perhaps the true 'master of Fate.'"

Kiss. "If it has to be someone."

"This Fate rather prefers being mastered, I think..."

"Well then. Allow me..."

She laughs.

She'll allow Luthien anything.

Most excellent.

Heeee.

Thingol somehow successfully manages not to send the timeline into a death spiral. They get confirmation that the Noldor (primarily Maedhros) are indeed arranging diplomatic overtures to assorted nations and groups, trying to build an alliance against Morgoth, citing specifically the victory of Luthien, Beren, weapons of dwarf-make, and Finrod (listed in that order of importance), spun as a herald of a new age, a new chance for all their peoples to work together.

Finrod comes to their wedding, negotiating to bring Aredhel and Celegorm and Huan (the last of whom accompanied their Quest, of course, and Celegorm and Aredhel are among those Beren befriended in Nargothrond - two past Melkors, she whispered to Luthien at one point, the two right before Scarlet-Huan - "Aredhel's usually dead by now, but if I stick Shmi in her role, she'll murder her husband rather than be murdered by him, then storm out of Gondolin, and apparently that's enough for the timeline... Celegorm's always an ass, sadly, but Karin as her gives me an ass who really likes me") - and Finrod makes overtures on behalf of the Noldor to Thingol (Aredhel and Celegorm stand there and look pretty; Finrod is clearly steering very aggressively to never have either say anything important to anyone important). The King's hesitant, of course, but, well, Finrod doesn't seem to be turning his charm off anytime soon, and Aredhel and Celegorm are very quickly sent off to join the much less easily offended guards in showing off the strength of their arms against orcs.

And a bit over a year after their marriage is finalized, they get rumors that a new sickness is emerging, circulating in the scattered households of the Men of the North.

Beren wants to do something, of course, but - it's hard to know what. This disease is... Difficult to really influence. 

They can send help. Doriath has medicine, and enough young elves who'd like to leave its borders at some point in their lives.

Thingol needs to be convinced, but... A humanitarian mission behind lines mostly held by the Noldor, to assist his new in-laws - for many of those Men are under the care of Beren's House - is a much easier proposition.

(He's... Considering on his own, actually, allowing the establishment of human communities in Doriath's borders, away from Menegroth. Disease is much less of a problem here, orcs hardly an issue at all.)

(He doesn't want to charge out, to risk what he's built, but Beren's words about Doriath as a shelter have been striking a slow chord.)

He'll put the operation under Luthien's command, if she'd like. 

She'll take it.

Then his best wishes go with her. 

(And his political backing and resources too, of course.)

(He doesn't look excited about sending Luthien out of Doriath again, but... It's a big step for him.)

It is. But she won't be going alone. She'll have her wife, and the volunteers, and the guards.

A comfort to him. 

He'll have guards stationed to receive messages; she can send word ahead if she needs extra supplies sent, or for an area to be prepared for refugees.

She will do so.

Out, then.