Makes sense. We've got ships that could do that but I don't know how to make them and I do know how to melt stuff.

This way's definitely faster.

So where am I sleeping? And where's Aleko going to be, since you can probably heap him under enough blankets that he doesn't need to try to sleep through me mumbling all night?

Two tents in the snow, coming up.

It seems weird that snow would help.

It's an insulator. I know what you mean, though.

I'm sure I'd have a better sense of it if it snowed more where I live.

It was never cold in Valinor either.

I feel like at some point I need a more systematic history lesson.

Sure thing. Bedtime story or save it for while you're working tomorrow?

The latter, I think. In case it's very long.

Alright. Good night.

Good night. And she says good night to her brother and they both go to sleep.

And he's warm enough. And in the morning the Elves have lembas and are eager to extend the road.

Lembas is nice! Kiri will road-extend all day and relay Aleko's idle desire for ice skates.

Elves will immediately get to work on ice skates. Least they can do, really. They'll also sing her along on the road-extending.

It helps!

And does she want a history of this world?

Yes please.

Elves awakened by Cuivienen, in the dark, and lived there until the Enemy started kidnapping some to torture; eventually the Valar found out, fought the Enemy in a worldshaking battle, and invited the Elves to Valinor where they'd be safe. Some of them accepted.

Only some of them? Were the Valar's deficiencies clear in advance?

People were more afraid it was a trap. It wasn't, or not that kind. A very very gilded prison. She is peppered with memories.

It's really pretty, admittedly.

They sigh. 

"Elves actually don't cope well when it's not pretty,"  Fëanáro says. "It won't be our first order of business in the war but it'll have to be our second one."

"Don't cope well? What do you mean?"