She is excited to go to Endorë, risk of being tortured by evil deities notwithstanding. She is extremely excited that things are moving. Also the baby is gonna be external pretty soon, and that feels like the kind of thing she should be on a planet for. 

"OK! Awesome! Uh, are you going to stay with the ship, or - ?"

"No, no, I'm to stay with you. Imagine if we haven't found the baby's father by the time..."

.......awww. She is not entirely sure she's capable of asking for clarification about what that means, but it's a nice thought. Maybe her baby will learn how to sing.

"Oh, good. I mean - I mean if you're needed somewhere then I understand, but I'm really glad you're coming. Do you know if we're going to meet the humans on Endorë any time soon?"

"I think it might be complicated in a few ways but eventually, yes. The baby needs to grow up around other children, if nothing else."

She smiles at that. "Yeah. That's important. But I do understand that things are complicated. Um - this is not directly related but it's a thing I thought of and it's probably fine but I thought I should maybe ask anyway just in case - uh, do Elves have painkillers?"

"Pain-killers?"

She visibly stops herself from sighing. "So where I come from, we have medicine that you can give to people who are in a lot of pain, and it makes them be less in pain than they otherwise would be? And we don't always get it because sometimes we're supposed to be in pain, but if someone is injured or something then we can have it and it makes it easier. And birth is really painful. I don't know exactly how painful because I haven't done it before, but it is the sort of thing people almost always want painkillers for. Also it can kill you but I don't think the painkillers really help with that," she adds, almost an afterthought.

"I - don't think we have that. There are humans on Endorë though so maybe they, uh, have it figured out. I did know that humans can die of being pregnant. That's - I'm sorry. It's awful."

"...Thank you." She is never going to stop being a sucker for people declaring fundamental aspects of the world to be awful. "Though it almost never happens when people have access to modern medical care. Like, really almost never." She has no idea whether Endorë's humans have modern medical care. She is not going to mention this. "Uh, anyway, I understand that things are complicated, but we should maybe try to talk to Endorë's humans before it's time for me to give birth? Like, if we can't I understand, and I probably won't die? But I would like to note that I prefer not-dying and if possible prefer not having to be in excruciating pain for a bit. Though I guess I can do it if I have to."

He shrugs helplessly. "I don't think the problem is not realizing that it's important, exactly. But I'll remind them it's important."

"Yeah. It's OK, I just wanted to ask about it. It's clearly not your fault, probably not anyone's fault. I am just - I have not done any of this before and I am kind of scared. But I imagine lots of people are really scared right now, so. We do what we can."

"Yes. And the humans on Endorë are the King's subjects, not Lord Maedhros's, and so you would be also, living among them, and - I know it's important to you to be among your own people."

She frowns a little at this. "I don't know if the humans on Endorë are really my people, exactly. But I don't think your people are going to make any more progress on getting my people into a better situation until we're off this ship, so we should probably make that happen."

"We're leaving the ship today. We're just going to one of our cities, rather than the King's, at first, while things get sorted out."

Ah. The complicatedness is partly an internal Elf politics thing, then. "All right. That works. You have a much better understanding of the situation than I do."

"I'm happy to answer questions if you have them."

"Oh! I think this is another situation where I don't really know enough to determine which questions I should be asking? But I did kind of assume that 'complicated' meant, like, imminent danger from Melkor, since he's got to be everyone's first priority right now. But it sounds like it's an Elf politics thing, which probably is in fact pretty complicated but is at least, like, less immediately concerning."

"If we knew which places on Endorë were safest from Melkor - well, we'd move important things there and he'd be more motivated to get there and we wouldn't know anymore. There hasn't been fighting recently, anywhere, but when it does happen it's very very ugly. I don't know if it was a consideration in deciding where to put you. Probably, at least insofar as it had to be somewhere where we'd, uh, have warning if he was coming - because it'd be terrible if he captured you -"

"That does sound terrible," she agrees, and resists the temptation to ask whether he means terrible in a strategic sense or terrible in the sense that anybody being tortured kind of sucks. Or terrible in the sense that it'd be terrible if she in particular were captured, but she is super not asking about that. She's not even actually thinking about that, uh-uh, not at all, this is an important discussion about important things.

"But yeah, um, I'm probably not very good at following politics? It's really nice of people to try to explain things even though explaining them doesn't really let me help with anything, I really appreciate it. But in terms of my general welfare I am mostly figuring that I am supposed to bring my concerns to you, and you are going to understand the politics and other complicated things, or else talk to people who do, and then people will probably make decent decisions that account for all of these things? So, uh, it's not that I expect people to always find ways to give me the things I ask for. Just that since I'm not the one making the decisions it's probably good to ask, just so people have the information about, uh, things."

"That makes sense. I promise we'll do everything we reasonably can to make sure that you have whatever resources the Endorë humans have for childbearing. Or better than that, if someone has better than that."

"Thank you," she says, and she means it.

She says goodbye to her other Elf friends-slash-acquaintances-slash-music-tutors, and then she's ready to leave the ship whenever that's needed.

A not-even-that-much-smaller ship takes them down to Endorë's surface. 

They fly over a mountain range, and land in one of its valleys. There's a city built into it and into the surrounding mountains. The buildings are mostly variants on the same theme, gracefully curved grey stone. Some of them are still capped with snow. 

Ettelië watches her worriedly.

She smiles at the scenery and takes a moment to appreciate the fact that she can breathe. Not that she was unsure about whether she'd be able to, or anything, obviously Elves require the same sorts of atmospheres as Liars, but it's a little statistically improbable that two of the three planets she's been on have had breathable atmospheres.

"It's beautiful."

He relaxes slightly. "I'm glad you like it. This place is called Helevorn - that's Thindarin, not Quenya. It's been quiet in the war so far."

"That's good," she says, and then mentally sighs at herself for not having anything less obvious to say. "Everything OK?"