He has his orf brought to the concert hall for the concert.

"Do I sing too or am I just listening?"

"Do you want to sing too?"

"Yeah!"

Could be subtly magic.

Right. "My brother objects that if a song you know is subtly magic and causes death forty-eight hours later or something then that would be really inconvenient. So just ones I've sung you, is that all right?"

"Okay."

"Sorry. With more time to plan we could, like, have you sing them to someone in advance."

"...someone who you didn't care if they died?"

"I don't think it's likely, but someone who was willing to bear the risk, yes."

"I don't mind just doing your repertoire today."

"Yay."

Concert!

CONCERT!!!!!

The King and his entourage are in attendance.

And she will sing for them!!!

Singing!!

EEEEEEEEE~

Eventually the concert ends and people trickle off to bed and Macalaurë has his orf taken to his.

She waits squirmily to be tied to it.

She is tied to it! And then he comes and kisses her. That was lovely.

Thank you! Kiss kiss kiss.

You are a delight.

I like being a delight it is so fun.

Macalaurë enjoys his delight. So much. Oh so much.

Oh good his delight enjoys him back.