So now she can worry entirely about where the fuck she is.
"Yep! Thank you!"
And he goes and gets that part of the story from Maglor and then goes to visit Elrond and Elros.
And gets hugged. "Missed you. Really glad you're -"
"I'm not sure what I am. Stitched together, a bit, but as long as it works -"
"You're better than before," he says confidently.
" - I guess that's good to know. How's - your kingdom -"
"Safe, and happy, with space for its people to grow."
"I keep expecting there to be a catch."
"I'm sure there will be. But - it doesn't have to be right away -"
And he holds them, or maybe they hold him, and they sing.
Ambela wrenched the ring away from the hobbit before anyone could begin to move to stop her, and then there was nothing any of them could have done, even if they had wanted to. They didn't want to. The first step in any project is to secure the resources necessary to accomplish it and a resource everyone wants to steal from you is not secure, so: they didn't want to. It was right that she should have it, anyway, she wanted it and it wanted her.
It wanted her for Sauron, and there they disagreed; but presently she won and Sauron was a deceased afterthought and she could clear up subsequent displeasing features of the world.
Orcs were in pain and sworn inconveniently. If they didn't know what an Elf was then their only oaths would be to be orcs, and that was fine: the Queen had nothing against orcs, being wise and fair. (It was of course understood to everyone that she was wise and fair.) So the orcs didn't know what Elves were. Humans were enslaved; this stemmed directly from the desire of other humans to enslave them, which was a stupid thing to want and the wanting of which served no useful purpose, so it ceased and the slaves were released, praising their Queen, who was understood to be wise and fair. There were people dead, and people dying, and that was unacceptable. They lived, and awoke praising their Queen, wise and fair. There were people quarreling and people preying on one another and people who did not know she existed, let alone that she was wise and fair; then there were not.
And when she had everything orderly and efficient and peaceful, she could open a door home, carefully, so as not to provoke anyone's attempts at usurping their Queen-to-be, who was after all the rightful Queen, being so wise and fair.
- "Wise and Fair", winner of the Drabble category in the 1547 short story contest, by The One Ring and Mirelótë Ambela