"You do very well at not treating them like children. We're also not children and don't need a refresher in getting along with neighbors we've had for fourteen years."

"Fair enough. Sorry."

"...anyway, thank you for the idea and the logistics support. See you later."

He nods.

And she goes back to work.

Eight quiet weeks.

And down to Doriath to see how move-in-able it is.

Maedhros found some people who he thinks she'll find perfectly tolerable who are willing to do it for a few weeks here and there, no one who wants to do it full time. Well, Galadriel offered, he says. I don't think that'd work.

Probably not. I can at least try it and move back if it's intolerable.

The Nolofinweans would have more people you'd get along with with appropriate projects.

That's also an option. I don't have to commit to spending years here to try it for a few weeks.

I think here's a good first place to try.

Am I in the same guest room I've stayed in before, I don't know whether to expect it to still be open.

I can ask someone. He does. It is not, but there's one nearby.

So Loki makes sure she can find it, and transports her small number of physical belongings into it and her larger number of illusory belongings as well, and then goes to pick up Lúthien.

"Hey," Lúthien says. "Thank you for that. It was productive."

"You're welcome. Do you want to see any other parts of Valinor before we go? I heard nice things about Lórien after I completely failed to appreciate its qualities when I flew by."

"Sure."

So Loki puts them in Lórien and explains its features.

Lúthien is delighted and asks it to look like Menegroth, which it does, and then like a snowstorm, which it does.

Ooh, a snowstorm! Ice sculpture time!

They can go ice skating! Lúthien hasn't been since before the war when Beleriand was safer.

Skating's great.

Lórien melts back to usual specifications when they get tired.