"I'm fine not moving too fast."

”Alright.”

Luthien likes it here, quite a bit, so if Sue wants to keep things slow, she’s happy to sing and dance among the flowers. If Sue looks interested, Luthien will give her the names of the flowers in Sindarin, but otherwise will use the names in context of another stunningly beautiful song about the flowers.

Sue will sit and watch her. Sue's not big into music - not like it seems the Quendi are - but Luthien's good.

She should probably be trying to learn the actual language, so she'll pay attention to the words and their patterns, but she doesn't really talk.

Luthien isn’t in a hurry, and thinks nothing of spending most of an hour sitting by the garden in the light. Once she notices she listening for words, she makes sure her enunciation is clear and it suddenly becomes... obvious which plant she’s singing about, when it responds to her voice.

When she sees Sue pull out a book, she’s fascinated, but quickly grasps the purpose and retunes her singing on the fly to something softer and less distracting; the other Quendi in the field switch with her.

"Do you have writing?" Sue asks, once she determines the book she'd pulled out isn't going to hold her attention more than an hour or two (it's one of Sakura's science fiction novels, with a ridiculous amount of math for a story), having noticed the glance. 

”We have some music notation Daeron invented, but not anything widely in use. It’s a Noldor thing, and we don’t usually get along with them.”

"Makes it easier to pass stuff around. Guess it's less important if you're immortal, or don't have a bunch of people."

“There are lots of Quendi in Doriath; over 100,000! We’re usually pretty good with our memories, but when we want to remember things in detail, we usually put them to songs so they can get passed from person easily and are simple to remember.”

"It's harder if you don't know someone, or you need to teach things to someone on another continent, or most people aren't interested in it. The city I grew up in had... I think about six hundred thousand? And wasn't that huge for a city. My country has something like three hundred million but we're most of a continent."

”That’s a lot of people! More than us, the Naugrim, Humans, and Ents combined; I don’t think we have that many even if you count the Glamhoth and the people in Valinor.”

"There was a lot of - food technology stuff. That happened."

"There's more than enough food in Doriath for this many people; the reason our population hasn't been growing aside from refugees is the war. Quendi don't have kids when it's not safe, and only some of them think Doriath is protected enough for that."

"Makes sense if you're immortal."

“Yeah. When you have all the ages of the Arda, why would you have children at anything but the best possible time?”

She might not completely agree with that? It’s not clear, precisely, but she doesn’t seem to object to the logic, so if there’s another disagreement there the clash isn’t obvious.

Sue hms, but - doesn't really know how to poke that, or if it's her place.

"Magical girls don't have kids," she settles on eventually. "I think."

"The Ainur usually can't have children either, but I don't think that's for the same reason."

"I don't know if our bodies are different or we just don't."

"That seems kinda sad. I'm not ready to have kids yet, but it'd be kinda sad if I couldn't ever. I guess the fact that you don't know for sure means it hasn't really come up yet, though."

"Not for me." She shrugs. "Don't know any magical girls with kids."

Luthien will go back to singing, then, until Sue is done. It's still before noon, so Sue probably won't keep reading until she wants to sleep, but if she does want to Luthien isn't in any kind of a hurry and almost certainly isn't going to comment unless Sue expresses further interest in a conversation.

She'll read for a few hours, having switched to a more interesting book, before asking about food. She has some, but it won't hurt to see what's local.

Doriath is, apparently, not wanting for much of anything, and hasn't been wanting for anything for thousands of years. Some animals aren't infinitely available, apparently, but they have an astonishing range of spices and a different flavor palate from what Sue is used to. The place Luthien leads Sue to serves something like a kebab in its core idea but has a radically different execution. Some of the fruits taste tart, which combines surprisingly well with the meat. The sticks, for lack of a better word, are edible; they most closely resemble celery in execution, but aren't quite that fibrous and differ in flavor. Each one is carved in the likeness of a different animal in exquisite detail, but neither Luthien nor the cook seem to think anything of them being consumed in a single meal. No money changes hands, but it might not be immediately clear if that's because there isn't any here at all or if this is just because Luthien is a princess.

She's got a fairly limited range of food she likes - nothing too sweet or sour, only mildly savory, she likes salt and doesn't mind spice or bitterness. Vegetables, rice, some curries, pretty much.

Also these people have way too much time on their hands. (She doesn't say this.)

She does after a little bit ask about the money - "What kind of - economy? Is there here?"

Most of these will fit in that range, modulo some uncertainty from Luthien about exactly how much of these are too much, although she does warn away Sue from a particularly brightly colored set that is apparently extremely sweet.

"We don't have one, not in the way that the Naugrim or Noldor do. About the only things we use gold for is trading with outsiders since we don't need it for much in Doriath.

"Huh. How do you - get stuff inside the - thing. System."