She Allspeaks everybody who wants Allspeak. Who wants to come to Asgard once she's sussed out a complete list of would-be visitors?
Orcs? Men? Dwarves? Lúthien?
Okay, she can come back for another batch another time. At this point I only care what your father thinks about you traveling if you do, Loki tells Lúthien, do you want to ask him?
And Loki brings Lúthien to the Noldor planet and collects the interested Noldor and brings everybody to Asgard. "Please be polite about mindreading, not every random passerby has had a chance to learn to keep private thoughts," she says.
"It was really impressive," Loki says. "So, welcome to Asgard. Is it pretty enough?"
"She's not in a really good mood at the moment," Loki says, leading the way on a circuitous sightseeing route through the city towards the palace. "She wouldn't even tell me why I'm so short."
"For some reason it didn't seem to placate her that I figured out her plan and planned to hire an Elf diplomat to help me implement it after he's had a nice vacation. I can't imagine why."
"Are they-" Lúthien says.
"Apparently," Celegorm says. "You would actually be the first to express disgust, if you're so inclined, Father seems to be pretending he has never met Fingon before and the rest of us are just relieved that Maedhros isn't literally perfect."
"There's no urgency on the frost giants. I will look through vacation planet brochures for you until I find one with a lovely honeymoon package."
"Did you know, Nelyo," Celegorm says, "I spent a hundred Valian Years trying to figure out why you didn't do anything about Tirion's attitudes about this sort of thing. Just sat there hoarding power like it was, itself, the point."
"Wasn't going to get anywhere without talking the Valar around. I did do what I could within that constraint."
"I am less annoyed with you about it now. It did in fact cross my mind in those hundred years of wondering that you might have something to lose. But. I figured if you did, you'd bring him home, was Father going to lecture you on what the Valar think a proper marriage is - it didn't occur to me that Father'd be furious but for another reason - so I thought you just agreed. With the laws. Or didn't think they were worth effort."
"You never said anything."
"I didn't want you to do it for me. I wanted to know if you were the kind of person who'd do it."
"Tests of character don't play well with as many secrets as we were all keeping in Tirion."
"The same way everyone else can. If you really want a soul graft there's nothing actually stopping me from picking up the Aether again but it doesn't like me nearly as much as the Tesseract does and kept trying to eat my arm so I'd appreciate it if you gave the sorts of marriages that work for a million other species fair consideration before requesting it."