They should tell their parents about it, since they'd miss them, but she doesn't object.

So some orcs are going to live with orcs from now on.

Tyr generally stays away from Loki and will nod levelly at a warning look.

And now it is the morning and she pops back to Doriath to update Maedhros on things, on the grounds that he is probably not asleep at any given time.

This is a safe guess. He is alone.

So they had dinner and Fingon thinks it went really well.

Did my father apologize?

Yes. Not very gracefully, but Fingon counted it. Also your father announced that you didn't burn the boats and Fingon is going to tell his father.

He puts his head in his hands. All right.

Fingon asked why you make things so complicated and I suggested it was so you'd have the greatest possible navigational advantage.

Sometimes. Sometimes I just have extremely limited information and the more directions I've committed myself in the more things I'll have at need. Sometimes I'm just stuck and everyone looks like Thauron and I don't want to cope.

Everything's coming along nicely here.

That's good.

I can definitely have everything I need done in a decade, so that when the war ends everyone can part ways peacefully and if the continent seems likely to be triggered to collapse I can get them out with minimal fuss. It will not be an enjoyable decade but I will manage.

Thank you.

Thank you. This is my job; you just got it thrown at you.

What's my job, then?

The frost giants, I suppose! You can thank me for that, if I'm any help with it.

Will do.

I am not going to decline a therapy planet but I expect by the time I get out of Doriath I will no longer have issues with being touched because I will be so desperate for it.

...if you want another hug...

Not really. But thank you.

You're welcome.