"You fixed the things that were making me sad."

"Well. That's good then." Snuggle.

"If my other children aren't so sad I want to meet them."

"Do you think I could find out okay or do you want to check some other way?"

"I bet you can find out now that you know what to look for."

"Well, I can try, anyway."

"I hope they're not sad. They have an awesome world, they don't have a reason to be."

"People have all different reasons to be sad."

"Well. Tell me if they are."

"I'll do my best."

And she goes looking for more sons of Fëanor.

"Hello! You're not-Loki, I take it, because you look it."

"That's me. My name's Bella."

"Hi. Enjoying yourself? The city's still in progress."

"I couldn't tell the difference, it looks gorgeous."

"Thank you. How's my father? Your version, that is, mine I can go see anytime."

"Tiny, brilliant, and planning on making four Silmarils just because your father said it couldn't be done."

"That sounds like the healthiest psychological state my father gets in. It - can be done, if he wants to spend a few centuries on it."

"I don't know whether he'd want to invest that kind of time; there's lots of things to do."

"I very much doubt it's the best use of it. I shudder to think what you could accomplish with four, though. Two sets of three won't achieve nearly as much."

"What's the salient difference?"

"Keeping in mind that I'm a poet not an engineer and knew their capabilities only because during the war it was necessary that we understand why Father needed them - they compound each other. Whatever you can do with one, cube it and that's what you can do with two - in terms of range, stopping power, whatever you like - and then cube it again with a third. Two sets of three wouldn't play together like that."

"Why shouldn't they?"

"We're now at the limits of my knowledge, but - a lot of the challenge of making them was making them work together like that. Copying them would be amazing if we can figure out how to do it, but it wouldn't give us a four-Silmaril set, the connections wouldn't be there."

"Huh. ...So you're a poet?"

"Lately I'm whatever's needed from me. But before there were billions of people dying if we didn't use our time well enough, yes."