He's a sweet kid and she should maybe ask if he's okay. But he looks fine.
"Good luck," she says, and disappears in a puff of smoke.
Of course he does.
Cor gets to work on a Sauron spell.
Cor is doted on and brought presents and encouraged in spellmaking.
Being doted on is lovely. He shows off his progress.
"You're astonishingly good at this."
"Have an estimate -"
"Not as long as the first one took, I'm using a similar motif - I guess dripping blood is going to be the Maia destruction convention -"
"May we never again need it!"
"The Valar are dangerous but - not in a way that'd require that, I don't think."
"I hope they don't decide they'd better squish me for being theoretically able to squish them, or something."
"If we were still there, maybe. Here -" Sigh. "They had better not."
It was such a nightmare. And then followed with the war - I feel vaguely as if I've lived ten whole days that really belonged to me.
When we left, before we got here and realized how bad it'd be. And here, since you killed him.
Well then. There will be lots more. Days and weeks and years all for you.
And he waits for Cor to be ready -
Art is done.
"Take care of your toes."
"I will." He wiggles his toes at Maitimo.
He kills Sauron.
He is so so loved and adored.