...the galaxy is very big and I'm not sure what would happen to you if you could not live in a pretty city.
Well, they're mostly not going anywhere and the ones that are I'll be able to scoop back up once I've had a nice break from staring at sorcerous alphabet and churned out another spell.
Speaking of which, I'm probably going to move the Men out of Valinor, probably back to Beleriand. Dwarves'll probably want to go back too and don't have their own teleporters... And I need to find the Men a biologist. No idea where the everybody else in Valinor will want to go.
...you cannot fit everyone in the galaxy on your planet. You cannot fit everyone who is actively trying to find somewhere anywhere to live on your planet.
You're putting off your honeymoon until the galaxy is fixed?
That's what I'm thinking. Also you might have a personnel problem if you're trying to fix the whole galaxy with who you've got, although maybe you're just planning to get better at integrating disparately capable labor you haven't already known for centuries.
Well, there's a few million kinds of people around to give you lots of practice.
I thought you were already convinced I was definitely Loki, Asgardian import, and just weren't sure if I was working for him or not.
Well, that's gratifying. Shall I consider you completely rescued now?
I was considering you physically but not mentally rescued.