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Tumunzahar makes Menegroth look like a contract project. Which, the Dwarves assure her, it was. The stonework is astonishingly careful and beautiful, silky to the touch up close while from a distance it gives the impression of stretching on forever above, a sky of stone with crystals for stars. Vast natural cave systems are connected by dozens of perfectly smooth, gently sloped broad stone pathways from which the fall, if she fell, would be several miles down. There are handrails. "We use those to move materials carts," someone explains to her, "we're not going to be reckless."
There's an amphitheater, a place where a hundred of the stone walkways twine around to create space for a hundred thousand people to sit in close proximity, and someone is giving a lecture or a demonstration at the base of it, the seats closest to him filled with eager, tiny, bearded Dwarf-children.
And they spiral down, and down, and down, past waterfalls and egg-sized gemstones left half in the rock and halls of crystal. Everything grows gradually more ornate and more perfectly maintained and the clang of hammers fades behind them. "People say," her guide says, "that we only have a council instead of a single King because there were nine winners of the competition to design the throne so we couldn't just select one person to sit it." And they push open the doors to reveal, indeed, nine thrones so elaborate it would be hard to choose between them, and nine squat bearded people sitting them.
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That I am going to pick up combat magic and if there's not anyone in Doriath who will help me I will teach it to myself.
purposeful_glory
...Well, good luck. And be careful. Thing I could have most used was a counter for the Maiar osanwë scream thing, that was awful.
I can definitely do that. I mean, I don't know. I haven't tried before. I should be able to.
You'll need it more.
purposeful_glory
If I thought I could decrement my luck supply by offering some to you I would be more conservative.
She giggles. Gods keep you, Loki.
It's been a very long day.
purposeful_glory
Yeah. She pushes on till she gets to the Fëanorians; she wants to crash someplace secure with guards. Zoom, song, zoom. Does it work better if she runs two at once?
It seems like the two are interfering with each other; sometimes she goes twice as fast and sometimes they cancel out.
purposeful_glory
Maybe she'll ask Macalaurë about that. She dismisses the extra, makes do with one. Eventually lurches into the camp dead on her feet, not having gotten desperate enough to try two sleep skippers in a row in uncontrolled conditions. Her guest room still open?
It is. No one bursts into cheers at her arrival, but then no one had been told what she'd set out to do.
In the morning all the Elves are singing. The same song they were singing earlier, or a variant.
purposeful_glory
She can also not brag, since they're occupied. Where are birds to change back?
They are all waiting outside, on the fence, or in one case on Huan's head.
purposeful_glory
Taptaptap Sorry for not stopping to do this last night, I was just shy of exhausted enough to try two sleep-skippers in a row.
"We figured," Tyelcormo says. He has immediately started cuddling Huan again. "Thank you for everything. Seriously."
"For watching? The disadvantage to the unnoticeability was that we couldn't do much else unless you wanted us to, but it was hard to watch."
"Huan says you were amazing."
Huan is definitely still not done licking every inch of himself and Tyelcormo, but he does flash her what looks like an approving nod.