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.
"Mmhm. You know, focus is nearly as important as power. Want to see if I can maintain something simple while you do your best to distract me?"
He cannot do the trick where he pulls on her hair at the same time but that's all right, shouldn't need it.
She drops all of the objects. Several times. That's fine, she'll just have to practice.
Since he also gets practice he thinks he might be able to maintain this edge, and says so, and kisses her, and expresses interest in doing this all night.
They can get started on turning Odette into a god in the morning, it's not as if that'll make it take any longer.
Well, look at it this way: it's not like she's not doing magic. Just because all the lovely things she can think of to do with hair and so on aren't as big as some of the things she could be doing doesn't mean they don't help.
"Aren't I? You got the prettiest Elf. Well, Thingol's daughter's supposed to have the title, but I'm not convinced. And if she turns out to deserve it perhaps Illia can have her."
"I'm straight, she doesn't count for me," she agrees. "Be pretty awkward not being able to invite both sets of in-laws over at once, though."
"Maybe my family is unusually dysfunctional but that hardly seems like a problem."
"I dunno, back home there's stereotypes about not getting along with your own in-laws, let alone your in-laws' in-laws."
"The part that's actually likely to be awkward is that Illia picked up my habit of calling the Quenya ban linguistic blackmail."