I don't think he will. He doesn't usually throw his weight around to start out, and my request of him is reasonable, and he'll want to size up you before he does anything conspicuously awful in your presence.

Okay then.

Which means, since you're powerful and useful and would disapprove, he probably won't be awful at all. I just don't want to lean too much on the assumption. 

Reasonable enough. Elspeth knows lots of people who are fine as long as they're getting what they want by being fine.

Well, there are some things he wants that aren't compatible with being fine. But for the most part, yeah, exactly.

Elspeth isn't positive she has enough clues to actually put that together but she has enough to make wild guesses.

She'll probably figure it out if the King agrees to Aredhel's terms.

Probably has something to do with keeping Aredhel's brother chained to a wall.

How good at guessing she is.

Anyway. Hello fortress.

They are expected; they are parted from their weapons and escorted in to meet the King.

...taking Elspeth's sword away kind of makes her strictly more lethal but okay.

The guards take this very seriously but nonetheless no guests with swords in the throne room, sorry, arbitrating that on an individual basis would waste a lot of time and there's a war to conduct, about to be two of them.

Sure, makes sense.

This throne room has an actual throne that someone sometimes sits in probably because the locals are not vampires and find sitting restful.

It does. 

Aredhel kneels, and coaches Lomion into the best approximation his toddler knees can manage.

Elspeth doesn't particularly know if imperial princesses are supposed to kneel to kings. She will if he wants her to she guesses but she suspects radiating the opinion that it's very silly will defeat the point.

There's no protocol for imperial princesses, he says agreeably, and once we pick one it will certainly have to be one you don't find silly. Welcome to Himring. I've heard what's going on but would hear it firsthand.

Well, Elspeth can just condense her entire experience since she has arrived here, calibrated for human-brain-speed just to be safe, and fling it at him, if he likes, how's that.

He blinks.

He goes still for a few seconds.

He beams at her. That's astonishingly useful. Thank you. I'd set some people to working on sending you home but we don't even seem to have the relevant kind of magic. You want me to take Nan Elmoth with as little violence as possible, and Irisse asks that I give the assignment to Findekáno in exchange for her help communicating to everyone relevant what grievance exactly prompted the fight?

Irissë?

Nan Elmoth bans our native language. Irisse's my name in Quenya, Aredhel's Sindarin. The King's scrutiny almost but not quite tempts her to lisp the last word.

Oh. Then yes, Elspeth is not sure why he had to ask for clarification, Elspeth doesn't usually have to repeat herself. She really ought to learn the local languages. The telepathy will probably speed it up, it's so nice that everyone has that.

I was clear on what you were asking but can't put 'burst of memories' into the formal record. I would be happy to see the conquest of Nan Elmoth occur with as little bloodshed as possible. Irisse, can you write to Doriath?

Happily, your grace. May I speak with my brother?

I'll ask him.