Not in wartime. 

Well, after that, if they live to see after that.

I don't know. Snuggle. I can't imagine marrying someone who wanted me never to see you again.

Well that is very sweet of him to say but aren't Elves ultra monogamous and stuff.

Compared to orcs, I'm sure. There's probably some people out there who wouldn't mind.

Awww.

Snuggle.

Would you want that? Staying with me forever even when I start a family and so on?

...well she doesn't know what else she'd do, she can't just hare off on her own, she has to be locked up all the time.

After the war you wouldn't be.

She has no idea what she might have sworn (she avoids guessing) so maybe if they killed everybody who might tell her that'd be enough.

She likes him though.

I like you too. I'm happy with this - seems better than being married, really. I just - try not to make promises I might not feel the same way about in five thousand years.

Okay.

Kiss.

Kiss!

I want everything to be nice for you.

It's been really nice here.

Someday there'll be a place as rich as Valinor and as free as Beleriand, full of children with nothing to be afraid of. If we win.

Awww maybe she will write a song about that.

Yes, do. Kiss.

She writes a happy song about that over the next few weeks.

It's lovely. He sings it. 

He waits for the Enemy to do something. 

The Enemy...still doesn't.

Elsewhere, a human looking girl in pajamas, holding a baby in one arm and a glowing rectangle in the other, appears. She does not know how to keep private thoughts and is super confused.

She is in a city that looks like an art project! Everyone is super tall! Some of them turn around confusedly to look at her. 

Did you let your girlfriend out? someone asks Macalaurë.

He checks on Beka. Beka is not wandering in pajamas.

No, I did not.

Now the tall people look scared.