"Hi! New alts! My name's Odette, I have incredibly useful magic, I showed up a week before the Dagor Bragollach and tore Glaurung's heart and throat out at the same time."

"....that's good. Did you win - do you know how to kill one -"

"One what? Balrog? Probably I do it differently than you but I can do it."

"No, I mean a Melkor, there's like five of them."

"Oh. Haven't gotten there yet but I expect to."

"Cool. Uh, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you!

Me'n mine are just friends, I was actually kind of surprised that you and the other pair--aren't."

"We got married, what was it dear, six days after meeting?"

"It was a whole week," she says, kissing him on the cheek.

"If you say so." Kiss.

"Wow."

"That, um, doesn't entirely sound like something I'd do..."

"Yeah you're probably in a better place emotionally than I was when I met him."

"Does sound like something I might've done, in Valinor when it didn't matter -"

Five hundred years younger and stupider and confused by her high regard?

Nah, just thinking what a hassle a Tirion royal wedding would be.

Ah. I suppose that makes sense.

All the same politics, none of the same reasons to give a shit about any of it.

Yeah.

She's human, not a winged person.

Yeah, I should ask him about that but I'll have to think how to phrase it-

I guess back in Valinor it wouldn't have seemed meaningful...

There wouldn't be the history of abuses, there'd still be the 'twenty-one' thing - "how old were you when you got married, Idaia?"

"In whose years? Twenty-one Earth years, two Valian Years, and fifty-three of the years I grew up with."

"I didn't know that," her husband says. 

"Imliss worked it out in Formenos and promptly burned the paper. I figured you'd figured out after centuries of interacting with humans that fifty-three Earth year-old humans are not as well preserved as I was when we met."