Beka is not sure what she was expecting as a result of walking into a snake monster but an Elf city would have been very low on a list of possibilities if someone had jumbled a lot of random words together into place-phrases and had her rank them. "Elf city" would probably have been under "spider void" and above "grape juice ocean". And yet here she is.
Elves get married when we have sex with other Elves. Eru wants us to wait until we meet the right person and then be engaged for a year and then marry them and be only theirs forever. But, you know, Eru can go die in a fire.
Also doesn't work for gay people. So they're supposed to let the gods fix them.
She could see a lot of people who sprang sideways wanting to get straightened out if they weren't already in love with somebody, so they could have kids without elaborate rigmarole, but when she had a girlfriend they loved each other a whole lot. (The problem was disparate sex drives.)
I suppose people usually turned themselves in before getting attached to anyone. Maitimo didn't, but probably most people did.
Ugh she doesn't want to think about that she can't do anything about it so it's like reading sad blog posts about asshole blues in Yvalta or whatever.
Pat. If we lose the war Mandos'll make them both forget all about it and then he'll marry a nice girl.
She does not really hope that they lose the entire war just because it would have this one effect.
Well him neither but. The fact that the Valar would scourge it from the memories of everyone who'd ever thought about it is important.
She does not want to think about asshole blues who throw their weight around at Acceptable Targets can they do something else now.
Some engineers move into his fortress so they can ask Peka questions while they work on guns. The King visits more often, keeping up with all of this, and probably also trying to figure out what the Enemy was aiming for. He doesn't get anywhere.
"Maybe you would have invented some brilliant war-winning music and now you are too busy entertaining?"
"I am not." Macalaurë puts an arm around Rabka. "I am just the right amount of busy entertaining. And that really doesn't seem his style."
"There is that. Honestly it really doesn't seem likely it's the Enemy, if he could do this he could do worse and I don't see why he wouldn't. That doesn't mean we're safe, we're not, but it really does not seem very likely to me that his chosen agents are various species of singing girl."
"If they were I bet they'd have sent one who couldn't safely be imprisoned, that'd be a dilemma." Protective glance at his singing girls.