She'll be beautiful. She has two stunning parents.

Artemis Sérefinwë.

She twines their fingers together.

You're going to have to wait a little longer, she addresses the nonexistent child, but we're not giving up on you.

You'll be such a good mother.

You'll be such a great dad!

First we end the war forever.

Yes. That.

Love you.

I love you.

We're going to be okay.

Yeah.

"Hey, Imliss? Obviously much lower priority, but if it's possible, could you try for a dowsing-thing that would find things other than Silmarils? Like our rings?"

"No promises, but I'll try."

"Lots of people lose their rings over the Ages, it's okay to make new ones."

"I don't plan to incur serious opportunity cost, if that's what it takes to find them, but if I can do it easily there's no reason not to."

"Fair enough."

"Although if you do end up remaking them properly instead of habitually going around in dreamshaped replicas I expect her to study glassmaking for a long time first so she can get it as close to the original as possible."

"Of course." He kisses her hair.

"I know what that means, you know, please don't grope my sister while in an enclosed vehicle with me."

"But it's such an innocent gesture!"

"To people who haven't spent most of their lives living among Elves!"

He kisses Idaia's nose.

It's so much more unobjectionable.

Idaia laughs at both of them.

She's so pretty when laughing! He will take her hand and kiss all her fingers. He will kiss along her jawline. He will kiss down her neck. He won't touch her hair at all.

Imliss makes an exasperated noise but doesn't further comment.

Then he will ignore her.