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.
"Maybe I'll like range better when I'm a grownup and have more friends that I don't live with."
"I like them most of the time. Sometimes Scotty's a little worm but he gets better eventually."
"He's indestructible and he has to wear special goggles so he doesn't fire lasers out of his eyes all the time."
"True. His powers are, like, way less useful for fighting than mine or Emily's or 'Ro's or Jeannie's though. ...Except for the indestructibility part, I guess...yeah, I see your point."
"I can--well, I can't, not right now, but Papa can so I'll be able to someday--make people stop."
"Not, like, stop wanting to fight. I mean maybe I could I dunno but I wouldn't. I mean like they stand still and they're unconscious and from their point of view it's suddenly like ten minutes later or whatever."
"I guess. I think it's mostly just 'cause Papa's so strong, I bet Emma Frost would'a done it if she could."