Sounds like a plan.

So they head off to find one whose designs they particularly liked.

Imliss will tag along, might as well, the engineers aren't currently doing anything she can help with.

Maitimo gave them three names and circles on the city maps and presents he's been meaning to give each architect that Tyelcormo can perhaps drop off for him.

Souls. Coziness. Singing.

"I don't envy him anything he actually does, it all sounds dreadfully boring, but I envy him how happy it makes him and how disturbingly good at it he is."

"There's something to be said for that."

"Well, I am deliriously happy and don't envy him one bit."

"Leave the eventual Kingship to the guy who wants the job, shall we?"

"...If you guys don't die, then how...?"

"Finwe intends to step down eventually. Or maybe we'll go settle in the Outer Lands someday."

"And he won't come along?"

"Nah, he wouldn't. He wishes we wouldn't, too."

"Because of the ungratefulness/treason thing?"

"And it's dangerous and he doesn't want us to die."

"Don't you come back super easy?"

"We come back. Not easily. And you might not come back at all."

"Fair enough."

"By the time we do it we'll know how to do it safely."

"Good. I won't be happy if you get us killed."

He shudders.

"Be nice," Idaia chides her sister. "We're not going to die."

"Not if there's anything anyone among the Noldor could possibly do about it. But the Outer Lands really are more dangerous than here."

"Dangerous how?"

"There are monsters out there which the Enemy bred, there's scarcity, there could be accidents..."