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.
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.
Yeah, expect the most helpful thing will be winning the war. And once he has more powerful magic himself. In a couple millenia I expect he'll start believing this is reality just because there's nothing of strategic relevance the Enemy could gain from maintaining a hallucination.
Problem is sometimes I think it helps him to pretend. But yeah. Maybe it's best this way.