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.
No one's done this but I am pretty sure it would be. Free will isn't supposed to be changeable. The effects are supposed to be pretty nice and if you like them you can copy the bits you like.
Sensible. So Maitimo--Illia found out his real name I forget how--isn't going to kill us before we have a chance to throw books at his feet in appeasement and run away?
He doesn't like the name anymore. The Enemy used it with him, and in any event it means 'the beautiful'. Bit cruel. He is going to give me a look of terrible disappointment and somehow with your strength I shall weather it.
I very much appreciate the sentiment that leads you to learn the Quenya. As kids we called him Nelyo, I do not think he minds that one.
Should I not ask what his fathername means? I mean. Aside from the obvious, I suppose.
I definitely want to know what your name means.
Nelyafinwe means "third of the house of Finwe" - that is, it means Nolofinwe shouldn't be in the succession. My father had the subtlety of a stampeding herd of dinosaurs.
Nnng I need to visit someday. After I've overthrown the Valar. Illia can bask in the pretty and you can show me dinosaurs.
I think you should expect that warring with the Valar will destroy Valinor. Their selves are very woven into it.
Aw, man. What if I just get strong enough to throw them all in a box or something without hurting them or something.
I'm going to make a list of as many things I should teleport out as possible. Including the dinosaurs. You know, scientists have been arguing for decades what killed the dinosaurs; if there's a world in which the answer is me I--well, no, I could totally live with myself, but it would be annoying.
I don't want to kill the dinosaurs. I want to satisfy the fondest wishes of five-year-old Odette who delighted in making her toy Triceratops gore her sister's toy T-Rex when she made him bite her.
Hey, environmental accuracy in dinosaur games is very important. Did I never tell you about the time I brought a velociraptor home as a pet?
I started riding with Orome when I was way underage, maybe twenty? I was desperately unhappy - wasn't good at anything - and my father knew it but was helpless because he couldn't engineer me a talent and even inventing me an alphabet only got me so far. And Orome offered to take me out, and I was good at it. I was good at terrain, I was good at recognizing plants, I was stellar at tracking and gifted for my size with a bow, though I was by far the worst of his riders, and I was deliriously happy and so were my parents once they found out. And we went down south to hunt dinosaurs and I found and befriended a velociraptor. I named her Ambale. I thought she was delightful. I brought her home and my parents were not delighted. They explained to me that she might eat my baby brother, which I thought was an acceptable risk, and that she might be lonely, which I agreed was no good. So we took a family trip down south to release her to be with her friends.
When Orome got me Huan I think my parents were profoundly relieved. Merely a Maia, you know, that's easy to adapt to as a household pet.