"I don't think he goes in for intraspecies violence," Loki says. "I am sure you could get the guards to kill you if you stepped into the enchanted forest, but it would be as a trespasser and not as a martyr. Put it out of your mind."

"It was my fault. More than anyone else's save Fëanor's himself, and I guess whoever gave the order to start killing people on the Teleri side though that might have just happened spontaneously. I don't want him thinking they're a pack of murderers, because they're not, they're a pack of people who trusted me."

"He seemed incurious about the details. I do not think it would have mattered to him why anyone might choose to commit violence within Valinor."

"I will ask about a refuge for the children. And if he asks me about the events I will relate them as I know them."

"Do you want help?" Loki asks.

"You should probably be doing something more important with your time. I'm just circling around making sure everything keeps moving."

There's an island to the south. There's a dense and uninhabited-seemed stretch of forest far south of everything else, but it might have more forest Elves in it.

"Well, there are problems if they bring them themselves, and problems if you come fetch them, and problems if I try to transport upwards of fifty horses alone through the wilderness," she says. "Orcs might avoid all of these problems."

He shakes his head. "The only problem with them bringing them themselves is that they don't want to face us. Mind, orcs are fine."

"And most of the places the orcs might settle are south of here, so they could bring the horses on their way," Loki says. "Although I'll want to check with Melian and Elu about how inhabited the rest of the continent is before suggesting a place."

He nods. "We were afraid the Enemy would have killed everything by the time we arrived. Looks like they were more organized, and had more resources on their side, than we had hoped for. Of course, that's going to introduce all kinds of diplomatic challenges, but I'd take those any day."

"I agree."

"Elwë alive and very angry with us is honestly much better than what we'd expected to find." He shrugs. "And the long Ages of the world soften hearts etcetera etcetera but I don't really expect this war to stretch for the long ages of the world. If you do run into any other locals, any chance of getting off on a better foot?"

"I can try. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Well, we could offer them food, tools, animals, except guess who currently has those? Just, you know, I'm sure they're apprehensive about these numbers moving in; tell them Valinor taught us many things but most importantly that they made the right decision in not leaving for it; that we're here to fight, and will be focused rather singlemindedly on that, and will respect if they ignore us and go about their lives."

"I can convey that when I encounter further populations," Loki nods.

"Thank you. Safe travels."

"I'm actually not due back at the Fëanorians until tomorrow - and since approaching Doriath gives me a headache and I couldn't stay long I might just travel with you for the day."

"By all means." He hesitates. "I've been walking rather more than strictly necessary, if you want a relaxing day it might be wiser to catch up with Irissë."