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.
"If she does, I'd be interested in trying it. We don't know a way to block osanwe and that means you can haunt someone over a great distance."
When queried, Bar can indeed produce the relevant metal in any hatlike configuration they would like.
"Otherwise I'd be very worried if he wore it. He gave his cousin this Dwarf-made helmet recently that was magicked to protect even against Balrogs, but we all worried it might be insufficiently pretty."
"Why would you not wear a magic helmet if it wasn't pretty enough?"
"Would you wear a magic helmet if it made you unable to enjoy the taste of food?"
"Not sure which is the better analogy. Being pretty is super important to Elves. Luckily we are mostly all pretty."
"Couldn't you just, like, stick it in a closet when you're not using it and not look at it, and then put it on when you need it to not die?"
"You would think. In hindsight maybe Maedhros was just encouraging all the commentary about whether the helmet was pretty enough for the crown prince because it entertained him."
"Okay. If he's really not okay then anything that's a good thing for him is good."
"He would want things to be the way they are, if you could ask him, where he's not okay but the Noldor are unified and we're going to win the war."
"Winning wars is important when you're the good guys but if you can do that and also have good things that's best."