And the King holds the granddaughter and is delighted and asks Fëanáro a number of questions along the lines of 'what were you thinking' and then proclaims his granddaughter a very healthy baby and a great gift in time for the festival.

Well, that seems to have gone well.

And now they can take the baby home. Though more people are coming in to meet her.

Kib has simply never found babies that interesting. If he is not needed as a consult on human characteristics he will go work on his scribe.

He is not! People will barely notice him slipping off.

Scribe it is. Scribe scribe scribe. It'll be useful for all those books. ...Fëanáro may have been distracted by the baby to the point where he's not going to remember to take care of the animals; he goes back to see if they've been whisked away.

Maitimo has taken the animals back to his desk. I told Tyelcormo to come and get them once he tires of our sister. Will they be okay until then?

Should be as long as they have food and water.

I can do food and water! I am glad you're staying. Thank you for taking my father on an adventure.

You're welcome. I was not expecting him to decide to collect a baby when I suggested we might be able to see a stork if we loitered near a creche.

My father is very himself.

I hope it works out. He seems very taken with her.

If we can't fix death in time it will be very hard on all of us.

Well, there's a while yet.

I think Father'll sort it. Then we just have to hope mortals aren't too unhappy among Elves - you aren't, are you?

I like it here just fine, but I may be a temperamental irregularity. Being raised by Elves should help her be used to it.

He nods, reassured.

Scribe time? Scribe time.

And the next day the festival kicks off with a spectacular lights display in the sky and a ridiculous amount of food and drink and a general atmosphere of rejoicing.

How delightful! Kib festivizes accordingly. Maybe Macalaurë will sing?

Macalaurë will sing that evening. Macalaurë's singing will draw the whole town into King's Square, though it can be heard anywhere in the city. Macalaurë does in fact make his brothers and his father sound decidedly mediocre. Macalaurë is clearly having the time of his life.

Kib doesn't actually swoon, but still, wow.

And then the singing breaks up into lots of social events through which Maitimo cheerily shepherds him. There's a dance in the palace.

Ooh, dancing. Which Kib cannot participate in if they were hoping to dance to anything other than endless grace songs, but it's a nice pastime in principle.

Lots of people are leaning on the edge of the dancing and watching and drinking, Kib will not be lonely.