"Yeah, sorry. We were going to come out. We thought we had time."

"Yeah."

Her knuckles whiten on the steering wheel.

"I thought so too."

"We do what we can," she says grimly.

"Yeah."

I can cope as long as she's fine. I just need her to be okay.

Love you, Idaia.

I love you too.

We're gonna figure it out, we're gonna be okay -

Snuggle. I certainly hope so.

Boston is okay for a mortal city. The hotel's at least pretty.

And if at any point Tyelcormo looks bothered by the city's insufficient prettiness Idaia can just kiss his cheek and remind him to look at her instead.

This suggests that he ever looked away.

Well, granted he hasn't yet, but it's important to have contingency plans in advance!

Yep. Like when the person destined to kill Morgoth is reembodied.

Right.

We should, like. Tell them. If we haven't already.

Yep. "Imliss, does Túrin know about the prophecy..."

"I've been trying to figure out how to break it to them."

"Is he likely to react dramatically?"

"Maybe? I'm not sure. But I can't go to visit again so soon, and it's not the kind of news you want to deliver by text message...

Nienor wanted to know if any elves wanted to meet them. Maybe you two can visit and tell them or something."

"I don't think I'd be very good at that. But we could try."

"You are there to stand there and look pretty and be an Elf and be psychologically incapable of letting go of Idaia, who should do the actual explaining."

"Oh, good, I'll be good at that."

"I thought you would be."

"Idaia, you up for that?"