"He's gone now anyway. Just me. I'm too little to be in charge when he's gone."

Aww, kid's sad again. Well, that's why she brought the blanket: she picks it up and goes to drape it over his shoulders.

He hugs it around himself tightly. "Can I watch you do the magic again so I can try to learn it?"

"Shouldn't learn magic. It's..." does she have a word for 'dangerous', no, she does not... "bad. Hurts."

"That's okay with me," he says, a little too forcefully. 

Kid, I don't have half the words I'd need to explain how to do it safely, you'd enspell yourself or something I couldn't find and break in time and just die, and that's on top of the bit where you don't have permission to learn it and that's very important...

"No."

"I don't make mistakes," he objects to her thoughts, "I know I'm little but I'm really careful and I listen when I'm learning things."

"You listen, okay; I can't talk. Need words."

"We can keep talking until you have more words to discuss it with," he says agreeably. "I can sing you something with words, if that'll help?"

Grin. "Okay."

So he starts singing the story of Oromë meeting the Elves, playing with the pendant as he does.

And she listens. What words might she pick up from this song?

The song tells of how the Elves lived in fear beside Cuivienen, and then heard the crowing of a great trumpet and the thunder of Oromë's horse and some ran and screamed but some stood their ground and, seeing him, knew him for no enemy.

The first bit is kinda upsetting and the second bit is kinda weird, but okay.

She's still not too pleased about this telepathy thing, but she has to admit it's handy for learning words.

And she knows more words now, so now can she teach him magic?

"... no, I need words for talk about magic."

"Oh. I don't know anything about magic, so I don't know which words. Uh, the Valar have powerful magic? Not like yours, it works slower..."

She shrugs. "I can stay, learn words, teach later?"

"Of course. I should get us food. But I want to learn magic right away."

"Okay."

He should get them food. He hadn't thought of it until he said it, but it's getting late. "What do you eat?"

"Most things - plants, animals."

"Okay." He can walk down to the dining room and take food and pop off. People will be upset. He doesn't really care.

She's still there when he gets back, examining the contents of the room.

He offers her a plate with food. It's very elaborate. "People will probably look for me now that I took food and vanished, I'm not supposed to do that."