"Any way I can meet these alts? I imagine they're fascinating."

"They are, but for some reason the other two of me who've met yous do not like you very much."

"Probably because I didn't have the chance to do them any favors."

"One of 'em you hit on really badly while he was in a lousy mood, other one went through Angband."

"Oh, you come in boy? Oooh. Is he pretty - did you take him?"

"...yes, I come in boy, they are, the one who likes girls I did."

"Awww. That's adorable." But she's pouting.

"Thank you."

"You can tell them I'm friendlier than my alts and won't hit on them. Or fuck with them in miscellaneous other ways - I ran some of the hallucinations, in Angband. But nice non-torturous ones!"

"He hasn't been very specific about what exactly his you did with him but it didn't leave him favorably disposed. I can maybe talk one of the ones who hasn't met a you into visiting sometime."

"I'm not, like, hard-up for company, everyone's all calm about shapeshifting Maiar in their presence now that the war's over."

"Sounds nice."

"You did good. I'm impressed."

"Out of all my alts my Arda war is definitely the most suited for dramatic storytelling."

"But they all won, huh? I'm impressed. There were a couple places where you could easily have gotten yourself killed."

"Yeah, they all won, one way or another."

"Well, uh, don't send my regards where they won't be appreciated, but go back home to your boy and let them know, yeah, five hundred eighty seven years."

"Will do, thank you."

And she's off.

And a few weeks later everyone who has been invited will assemble for a wedding party!

The wedding is glorious. It is pretty enough for picky Elves in bad moods with artistic training. The Shine Silmarils, having no stupid oaths sworn about them, are loaned out as a last minute wedding present for additional decoration. The brides are all dressed up, Gem's got her hair braided and ornamented in not-scandalizing-the-Elves fashion, they have magic crowns.

All of Gem's alts are there! And Elspeth! And Iobel's cat! And Kib's husband!

The Noldor were unsure to what degree they were invited because their presence was desired by the brides and to what degree they were invited because The Peal, so Island and Pterodactyl come and Maedhros-who-still-hasn't-come-up-with-anything-better-than-Doom and his boyfriend-slash-handler. Everyone else sends extraordinarily generous and pretty jewelry as presents. Bella now has a set of the invisible glasses that give you Elven eyesight!

Oh wow now everything is even more stunningly pretty gosh. This might cause more noticeable change to Gem's behavior if she weren't already beaming and gazing at her wife a lot.

And there is food! Gem has come to the conclusion that unlike most things, food is actually a more advanced field among humans than Elves - even when the Elf compared with is not used to eating a narrow range of nuts and berries - actually demons have the best food but Gem is totally claiming demons on behalf of her species they're basically just humans with powers and wings - at any rate the spread is mostly Earth-recognizable cuisine but decorated with edible Valian flowers. They have one of those geode-looking wedding cakes because it's Thematic. All of Gem's alts hug her. Iobel's cat allows her to pet him.

It's a lovely wedding party! Most wedding parties have more singing, but still, lovely.

Most wedding parties probably have higher proportions of guests who could participate in the singing. But the Elves are welcome to sing especially during the part where there is dancing!

Dancing and singing!!!