Celegorm opens a door and finds himself looking, not into a guest room, but into a bar.
It is not plausible that someone turned this room into a bar, both because it's not a very Noldorin bar and because the room is too big; he built this fortress, he would know.
And, Huan says, it's very powerful magic and it smells of somewhere very far away.
Noted.
He walks in. Worrying about the Doom would be overthinking it. He hopes.
"He injected himself with an untested serum and I'm really not supposed to go to him for risk assessment."
"I have done some things that are even more reckless than that, so you probably shouldn't use me for risk assessment either."
"Does it hurt if you only teach me and I don't actually do it? I could know how and then when I go home I could ask Papa or show him how if I shouldn't."
"That should be safe. I can send you the mental impression, or you can just read me while I do something..." He sends the napkin fluttering in the air. Folds it into the shape of a bird, makes it dive and soar around.
She beams.
When she's actively reading him, instead of just failing to shut him out adequately, there's a shadow of the presence that accompanied her sending earlier.
"Cool, isn't it?" It's vaguely disconcerting. He definitely shouldn't let her near Maedhros.
"It's bad when people die. There are other things that are more bad and there are people so bad that it doesn't really matter anymore but if you can stop wanting to die you should."
"My kind of people don't stop existing when we die so maybe things seem different to us."
"That's bad. There was a war in my world and lots of people died but it's over now."
"I don't think so. But she could get hurt. But I guess if she's already a mom and she already killed her Shaw without there having been a war it's probably not especially risky."
"I don't know but if she had to kill a Shaw--or someone else I guess--for killing her parents..."