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.
Elves get to choose what form our bodies take. We look like this because we want to. The Enemy, ah, wondered what would happen if you forced Elves to bear him children and then raised the children in constant physical and psychological torment and forced them to swear loyalty to him as soon as they were old enough to talk. That's how he got orcs. Then he bred a million of them, all sworn to serve him and hate Elves and kill us or, if they can, take us alive and as prisoners back to Angband.
Yeah, we don't take risks when we've got young kids either. I think Odette'll be more than sufficient, though. We can stay here until she gets strong enough.
I think she's looking forward to it. Has been from the minute she met my brother.
Her magic is painful to do, see. But he spent fifty years in Angband and barely even notices being in pain. He asked her when it'd start.
I tried explaining to your daughter that she really shouldn't try reading my brother's mind.
Dunno how this bar thing works. If she's a frequent attendee, possibly? If it helps I think Maedhros around a mindreader would be three horrifying seconds then he figures you out and stops thinking anything he doesn't want you to know. He's scary that way.
She at least took the warning seriously. Odette told her the Enemy was 'so much worse than Shaw that I don't think you can understand' and that startled her.
Well. If it helps to expose her to bad things that are the fault of different evil people. I have a brother who believes that the last four hundred fifty years of his life have been a sadistic hallucination by the Enemy, who apparently let him 'escape' ten different times, sometimes for subjective decades, just to fuck with him.