Maybe.

Aydanci resumes trying to cope by being constantly at work whenever he isn't doing something strictly incompatible. Holding Kib is not strictly incompatible.

"I wish it'd just end," he tells Findekano.

"This - scenario? Or - "

"Everything, but I was only really thinking about the scenario..."

"Please hold on. I know that's not fair."

One activity Kib can do is reminiscing. Aydanci gets into the habit of waiting till Kib wakes up, and taking out his earplugs, and telling him what he dreamed about, and Kib can without having to do any novel cognition at all relate his side of the story and fill in anything he recalls from before or after the memory. Aydanci was missing his umbrella that day because he left it at city hall. Aly had to patch up her scooter after that crash while missing half her tools because that jerk never gave them back. What ever happened to that lady? We didn't see her again until the fundraiser the following spring -

It's something. There's some comfort in it.

Aydanci still wants to murder the bastard.

This opinion is widely shared. Fëanáro sends Aydanci letters - Fëanáro spends all of his time under perception-accelerating magic, these days, can't come talk to Aydanci directly - asking for lots of highly specific absurdly bright refracted shines. The railways stretch across the continent now, so they can get servants to the Dwarves quickly. The quick-print golem has other uses.

They work. They keep their factories pretty enough that they barely need to take breaks from them. They sing to go faster, to sleep less, to keep themselves mostly sane. They are crumbling, under the pressure, and the King holds them together. The King is so calm. People find it inspiring.

Aydanci is happy to correspond with Fëanáro. He can go through Kib's work notebooks, just the work ones, catch up on servantmaking faster than the dreams alone would do - and he can produce all the shines Fëanáro wants.

This is going to take years. The pace isn't sustainable. The Elves settle back to being, well, Elves. There are three-week festivals. They tweak the production lines to make the war servants prettier. They have flying evacuation golems which are stunning. 

The King has more time for Kib. If that's any help.

Kib's not going to object; he's not keeping nearly enough track of... anything... to have an idea that the King might be needed elsewhere. Kib appears to be operating under the contented assumption that his boyfriends will show up only when this is a reasonable thing for them to do.

Aydanci's kept them up to date on how Kib responds to this-and-that, if there are any memories the King would like filled in and reminisced about.

"When I'd just come back from Angband you filled me in on how we'd met."

"I remember you picking up the common," Kib murmurs. "Don't have first meeting you back yet though. D'you want to see?"

"Yeah."

The memory picks up in the middle of the language lesson, with "the shoulder sits on the building's bird", followed immediately by Kib laughing -

"I'm really glad you get your memories back."

"...mm."

Presumably the need for earplugs - which Aydanci didn't ask for when it was only pox dreams - indicates that it is not an unmixed blessing.

"I know. And I'd still relive it all if it meant having it back, having it impossible to take from me...though I suppose if that didn't happen for you you'd be recovered by now, so..."

...this logic may require thought to piece through. Kib doesn't.

"He wouldn't have let you remember that he might be able to read minds."

"Yeah."

"So now you'd be thinking, and you'd be like me."

"Recovered," remarks Kib; the sarcasm is attenuated but it's there.

"If I find out I'm really rescued I'll be glad of how I spent this time. Except for not saving you, of course. And if I find out this is a hallucination, that'd mean you're home and safe."

"Unless it doesn't."

"It would mean there's at least hope you're home and safe."

Sigh. "Love you."

"...after the war, if we can get the Valar to open the portal. Do you want. To start over. If we could find some way to verify that's what'd happen."

"You can do what you want with me."