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's not boring, just his tastes. He tells good political bedtime stories, just they are political bedtime stories. And you really shouldn't meet him."
"The Enemy held him prisoner and tortured him for fifty years and he's not okay and is never going to be okay and he mostly tries not to let anyone guess."
She nods. "He's really--never ever? Isn't there something you could do? Anything?"
"Win the war. Odette's doing that. Give him powerful magic. We did that too. Apparently he's kissing his cousin, maybe that helps."
"People will think they're doing something very evil and both of them will have a harder time ruling their people."
"...Evil because they're cousins or because they're both boy cousins?"
"It would be bad for them but not evil if it was because they were cousins," she nods.
"I mean I guess it doesn't matter as much if they're both boys and not mutants and your terrible gods won't help but inbreeding is a thing!"
"Mostly a human thing, I think. But if they were first cousins instead of half-first cousins people'd frown on them for that, too, it'd just be way less important than them both being boys."
"It is. But my brother cares a lot about winning the war and I don't think he'd break even dumb rules if the risk weren't worth the benefit."