Yay.

By about halfway through the concert he has stopped watching the singers and is watching Kib. Not very aggressively, just - lost in thought.

Kib is mostly paying attention to the music, but he glances back now and then.

And the music ends with dramatic bright lights in the air and he says "...so, we can jump down, there's a song, but I just told you the god of the dead is the worst so I wouldn't blame you if you don't want to give it a go."

"I think I would like to be very conservative in exposing myself to the possibility of encountering him up close and personal," Kib agrees.

"I can sing grace for you to climb down, then?"

He switches songs only once Kib is safely on the ground, and jumps. "On the one hand, Mandos. On the other hand, looks pretty cool, doesn't it?"

"It does at that!"

"I can commission you a ring of grace. Fëanáro can make you one too but if you're not on speaking terms with them. It'll be done in about five weeks."

"That'd be nice. It'll even still work if I do go home."

"Is that still undecided?" He sounds absurdly hopeful. "Yes, I suppose Fëanáro would have tested that. It should work anywhere. For going somewhere dangerous I'd take rings for grace, reflexes, healing. Doesn't cure the thing where you die, though."

"It does not. And I might well rather not die alone the one way than the other, it's not like I left a boyfriend back home."

"Perhaps I was being excessively indirect because we do these things through like five layers of indirection around here but you are really cute which is why I invited you to a concert and then told you a secret which could ruin my life and dying alone is really really not in the cards here!"

"A popular pastime is prompting third parties to comment on the appearance of the object of one's affections, which is something they'll do readily enough because the Eldar talk about beauty a lot for reasons unrelated to flirting. But the way we do it is stupid, you needn't. You could tell me more about golemmaking constraints, that was pretty cute."

"I have never actually heard that before. Do you want to come actually look at the golem, I'll be more coherent with my notes on hand, or is coherence less cute?"

"Not usually. Perhaps if you were distracted for interesting reasons. I'd love to come look at the golem, is it back at the palace?"

"Yep. The chassis is almost fully assembled now, I might tweak the hands but I've got it in puppetable condition to test its fine motor control."

"Wow, that's fast. What can you edit if you notice problems in testing?"

"Once I actually turn it into a golem I basically can't edit it. But when it's not a golem yet and I'm manually operating it, I can notice if there's a snag in a wheel or if a finger's shaped wrong, take the part out, fix it, keep going until it can move smoothly through all the range of motion it needs. And then I just have to get the program right."

They reach the golem. He's impressed by it. He asks questions and watches testing.

The golem (well, puppet) waves at him. Kib has it write a sentence. (In the common; he's not that good at Quenya yet.)

"This is amazing."

"Thanks!"