"Well, I'll be sticking around until I've got Sympathy teleportation worked out, but in general the place is Illia's problem."

"One she'll manage quite capably."

"I know. This is going to be so great."

"When is the coronation? I might be able to get away with claiming I need to attend that as a representative of a nearby head of state."

"Um..."

"Haven't set a date yet. Up 'till now too much was relying on my sister's unreliable schedule."

"Do make sure we hear about it."

"I will."

"That's political advice; unannounced coronations have bad associations among our people."

"I will fucking make the invitations out of shaped star sapphires and opals if that's what it takes."

"Oooh, lovely. If I am advising too much I can advise less."

"I very much appreciate advice, especially advice on how not to accidentally invoke your massive amounts of family drama."

"That one's not even us! Predates my birth, actually, but it was very dramatic. We are not the only Elf family with some issues. My father's coronation was perfectly choreographed and he all but extracted an oath from Maedhros to stay on script."

"Who was it, then?"

"Elu Thingol's brother Olwe after Elu got lost in the woods and vanished."

"What happened?"

"He'd fallen in love and spent the next three hundred years entranced while the trees grew tall around him. 

Happens to the best of us." He sounds kind of sincere. 

"In most cases not literally."

"Three hundred years--how--"

"The object of his enchantment was a Maia and she presumably kept him alive."

"Don't sleep with Maiar, if you even get a choice about it, which isn't clear to me. They are now happily married, though."

"And please don't bring it up with them in those terms, Odette, we need Doriath."