Hilariously, all homosexuality that doesn't involve on-screen deep kissing (which gets the heterosexual couples censored too) is slipping past the censors entirely. Saying "I'm gay" doesn't do it, nor does introducing people as your boyfriend or telling them you love them.

...that's adorable.

Valinor: sufficiently oblivious that they made it a thousand years without finding their princes suspicious. 

This does put that in perspective. All right. Cam shoos the list of which episodes of Sesame Street may be shown on Valinor and checks his correspondence.

Lots of requests, none of them urgent. 

Anything he can fill locally he will do now and everything else he'll put on a to-do list.

He will fill the remainder of his not-thinking-about-murdering-several-million-Maiar-for-keeps time with violin unless someone comes and finds him.

No one does. When he heads back into Fëanáro's office Macalaure's present.

"Hi."

"Hi. Father invited me over to take a look at the wording about half an hour ago, I have a few suggestions." And he explains them rather systemically.

And Cam makes adjustments and pivots from there to make more.

They work at it for a couple hours. It's not a cheerful room.

It's really not. Somebody can walk in with a better idea any minute now.

Better ideas are undersupplied. 

"I also wanted to show this to Curufinwe," Fëanáro says. 

"Sure."

He comes in a minute later and nods to Cam, the rest of the explanation apparently being given over telepathy. He sits down. He reads it over. "We are still going to try to kill him afterwards," he says, "but this seems worth the price. I'm worried about a few phrases -"

More editing. Such fun.

After a while Macalaure announces that he's going to hold a concert, and excuses himself to go do that. 

"Don't worry," Fëanáro says when he's gone, "he does impromptu concerts enough it won't be suspicious. Clears his head."

"Entirely reasonable."

A while after that Curufinwe pulls a stunningly intricate malleable metal puzzle out of his pocket and starts playing with it. Then looks back at the oath, makes more suggestions.

Editing. Editing. So much fucking editing and he can't doze off or slack on the details because he's dealing with an evil god and he only gets to commit genocide to end a war once.

The Elves notice his distress but don't comment. Blessings for calm would probably not go over well. Macalaure comes back and has new suggestions some of which have been obviated by revisions since he left.

And eventually Cam wanders off to eat surf-and-turf and read a book (banned: illegal sexual content!) and then he comes back and returns to work.

"Ran it by Maitimo, too," Fëanáro says after a while. "He says -" and then he conveys more comments.

Yup those sure are refinements to be incorporated into the genocide plan.

"Do you think you're going to have trouble going through with it when you get to Valinor?"