She spends the next little while just - staring at the water. And then eventually gets out a book and settles in to read.

Mostly, she's letting her brain calm down and recharge.

Quendi aren’t big rushers by nature, and life in Doriath has not made Luthien an exception. She’s perfectly happy to sing to the plants and flowers, chats with friends, and work on finishing up a magical song of hers.

Eventually Sue will emerge and send "So. I'm guessing it's about time for the thing?"

“Pretty soon now.”

They’re not that far from the auditorium where Daeron apparently is performing, which admittedly isn’t that surprising considering the size of menegroth. It’s rediculously overly pretty, and even if it’s not exactly packed it’s far more Quendi than she’s ever seen at a time. Luthien has some seats at the front.

“The acoustics mean it’s not really any louder up here, but it’s a lot more convenient.”

"Alright. Thanks."

If Quendi singing breaks the bounds of what Sue thought was possible from a voice, Daeron does the same with instruments and composing, as far above them as they are above most of the musicians Sue has heard. A skilled musical theorist might tell of his touch, at varying degrees of remove, in the design of nearly every one of Luthien's songs, if they could bear to do anything but listen. In addition to being incredibly talented even for a Quendi, Daeron has thousands of years of practice at every part of performance and it shows. His opening work is on the pipes, and the tales do not go far astray when they claim his work unbearable by mortal heart. It's enrapturing, the sounds of twilight and the sweet singing of the nightingales, and here, within the enchanted heart of Menegroth, his playing is almost as heartwrenchingly, achingly perfect as Luthien was when Sue first saw her.

If she can tear herself away to check, there's no magic in the feeling it evokes, not even of the strange and foreign sort of the magical weapons or Luthien's song of joy.

If it's nonmagical, Sue doesn't really... Care that much. It's noise. She doesn't like noise. She's dislikes most music; she pretty much selects for stuff that matches the angry screaming in her head, which means most of what she does ever listen to is metal or punk or screamo or emo.

She'll get bored and start staring at magic after a while.

There's a lot of magic around in the city. It's the same kind as was in the forest itself, but more of it; in turn, it's less concentrated here that it was at Queen Melian's throne. The air is thick with it, and though it doesn't cover up any of the other magic it does mute it if it can't stand above the background. It's a very... foresty magic, focused mainly on the plants and the animals within, but it's also impossibly old and powerful.

Blips within the sea correspond to the various Quendi around her; they're stronger, magically speaking, than humans back home are, although largely not as strong as magical girls.

Daeron is the strongest of the lot by a fair margin, but he doesn't challenge that paradigm either. The song he's singing flares his won spirit, but it doesn't really affect anyone around him.

All of which is, of course, besides the point, because besides the point, because beside Sue is Luthien, who just passively glows with magic. She's also noticed that she's misjudged Sue's tastes, although besides her thoughts there might not be much immediate evidence of such.

Eventually there'll presumably be some kind of intermission at least?