the House of Fëanor meets Miles Vorkosigan. It's educational.
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He gets a long round of applause. The camp is quiet afterwards, a bit awkward, a bit anxious, and the discussion sessions astonishingly well attended.

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Miles is interested in hearing everyone's perspective. He gives the second lecture in Thindarin as promised, and holds more discussion sessions, and then he graduates his first batch of trainees.

Some people might take a break at that point. Miles dives straight into organizing the instructors and refining the curriculum for the second batch.

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They had a three-hundred-year strategic plan. Miles is going to be dead long before then, if they can't fix mortality, so now it's a thirty-year strategic plan. Everyone he shows it to raises their eyebrows incredulously. "Angband is in ruins already," he says sometimes. "Should we let him rebuild it before we knock it down again?" Other times that's the wrong angle and he says "every minute this war goes on, people suffer needlessly", and lets just enough blankness onto his face that they flinch and don't argue. 

With his brothers he says 'word'll reach Mandos, somehow, and Father will be so proud' and he has no arguments. 

With his cousins he has to tread more carefully. Turukano still won't look at him. Nolofinwe looks at him like he might explode at any time. Findekano -

 - it's a month before he says to FIndekano 'how much have you read about Miles' galaxy? I was thinking, I could go terrify some Betan therapists and then, just exist in public, there, without any complications...

And Findekano looks at him the way the King was once in the habit of looking at his father, the way you watch people you love but do not trust. That'd be nice, he says. Of course I'll go with you.

He picks a new name. Maedhros. It doesn't mean pretty. 

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