"Wouldn't it be more obvious if I was, like, all the way to half? Because one night stands are not uncharacteristic of me, I'll tell you that much."

"Yeah, okay, you might be less-than-half Elf."

"Sweet. Any idea what that'd mean in practical terms? I mean, aside from the fact that I'm hot."

"Valar used to give half-Elves a choice of fates but they stopped doing that a long time ago. So not much, probably. Also, Idaia's hotter."

"Choice of fates?"

"You know, be an Elf and immortal and a sideline witness to the fading glory of the world, or be a Man and burn bright and burn out."

"Some choice."

"We tried being Elves and not being sideline witnesses. Didn't go too well."

"What's even the point of Elves supposed to be, according to these people."

"We're pretty. And the songs are beautiful. There's one called Noldolante - the Fall of the Noldor - my brother wrote it -"

"Tch. Can't say I'm sorry not to be asked to choose how to murder myself, one way or the other, anyway."

"We are fixing mortality anyway."

"See, you, you I like."

"I mean, more accurately, my dad's doing it."

"I like that you get that it's important. I like that you decided that it was obviously necessary to fight Melkor even if you were inevitably going to lose."

"Thanks."

"Are you okay--no, of course you're not okay, that probably ended in disaster, I'm sorry, I'm an ass."

He hugs Idaia.

Such hugs. Love you.

"Anyway, we're getting an apartment right away, suggestions?"

Daphne actually has a couple of recommendations!

"Want to go do that now?"

"Sure."

Off to look for apartments!

How do you feel about already pretty versus DIY?