Oh, uh, this country doesn't actually have same-sex marriage yet but Canada - the country where Vancouver and Toronto are - does. So if I wanted to marry somebody we'd go to Canada and then things would be somewhat legally awkward with the United States but we'd be married as far as we were concerned, is the idea.

I'd have to whisk someone away from my entire home universe.

And decide the soul bond thing wasn't the important part, sounds like.

Yeah. Elves can see it when two people are married. In their eyes. Couldn't have that no matter now many universes I was willing to jump.

Humans have to solve that problem with jewelry.

I think the Noldor do that. So we kind of wouldn't want to.

Fair enough. I don't think all humans do the jewelry, I just don't know all that much about foreign cultures.

You can always sort it out once you've won the wars.

Oh yeah. After I have saved a couple worlds I am taking some time off the adventure and learning things instead.

And living a long peaceful life in which the worlds never again require saving, hopefully.

Hopefully.

Port Angeles: very mortal! At least there's an ocean.

The ocean's pretty oceany. They can hang out and Bella can read Lúthien a book until nightfall and then go hunt a witch (no need to stand out by hunting at irregular times of day).

And then: witch hunt.

Witch hunt.

They find a witch. Bella stashes Lúthien nearby and goes in and songs it and pops out -

- and in a minute there's a girl, barely composed enough to breathe, swaying on her feet, making abortive sobbing noises -

- Bella hops down. "Hey. Hey, it's okay," she says, voice low but not too low for Lúthien to catch. "It's okay, what's your name?"

"M-ming-xia."

"Hi there I'm Bella it's okay c'mon deep breaths."

Ming-xia attempts to take deep breaths. Bella looks around for fluffs - lemme know if you read any incoming, even if they're making a beeline they have to get here -

She listens for fluffs.

Bella gets another two and a half minutes to soothe Ming-xia before a fluff enters Lúthien's osanwë range, intensely curious about what just happened.

Got one, they know what happened and they're curious...

What are they going to do about it can you tell -

(They want to capture all the anomalies in the area: the girl they don't remember contracting, the one who was a witch a moment ago, the potential nearby -)

Capture all three of us.

Bailing now, sighs Bella -

- and they're back in the hospital.

Stupid evil fluffs.