I know Fingon wants me to diplomacy at people. He told Maedhros who told Celegorm who told me. That's actually why I'm checking in now instead of at a different time. Details, please?

Illia sends her the memory of Fingon's summary of the different places.

Finrod has been explained to me.

Does it make you feel better if Fingon's original phrasing of "diplomacy" was "make scary faces"?

It might. I have already promised not to let my opinions of him interfere with the war effort, though.

And actually trying to scare people would be bad, just--let it be known that you are fantastically powerful. And yourself. Well, to whatever standards of yourselfness involve not alienating condescending people.

Reminding myself to be patient because his brother just died is going to help.

Oh. Yeah.

I have the feeling "I'm going to be able to raise the dead" is going to be a major diplomatic help.

Unfortunately, yes.

So. City. Tell me about it.

Emily pulls out her city plans and goes over them in telepathic detail.

Okay, I'll get started on that...at some point. Maybe after I talk to Doriath? I might as well grab the glass from the spiderdome since I'm replacing it anyway, and then head down. Oh, and I should ask the refugees if they want to live in a walled city instead of where they are. I made them some houses, but...

Sounds like a plan. Anyway, I'm kind of nervous about the actual, you know, ruling part--I've been reading these books, they're really helpful, and there's always Atennesi Cohen's example to draw from, but it's not the same thing.

Wait. Which books?

Telepathically transmitted reading list.

Andreth is alive, well and de-aged. She's one of the refugees I got out of Dorthonion before everything went to hell there.

Yes!

Hey, Fingon! Guess what? Andreth Saelind was one of the people Odette got out of Dorthonion before she had to leave to go dragonslaying!

...ah.

What?

That's interesting and I had not anticipated it.

I feel like I'm missing something.

When she was much younger Andreth was romantically involved with my cousin, the one who died. They broke it off because she was going to die. Ironically.

...Oh. Well. Odette's already taken care of that, at least for the next seventy years or so.

I gathered. I am not sure what the lesson of that whole debacle is, then.