Once upon a time that actually would have been terribly appealing in its own right. She holds her for an hour and then says thank you and goes off to have a panic attack somewhere it won't scare Annie.

You're welcome.

Annie does not know about the panic attack so she just goes off to write and sigh dreamily instead.

Good. 

They talk about how to make it known but definitely not known to the Enemy that they can teleport people to probably-random other dimensions. They cannot think of a good way to risk it. They can teleport orcs, maybe, though not in any real expectation it will help, and when the Enemy does come everyone present here will line up for it as better than death. Using it to try to get help - they need more information, they have no way of getting it...

Annie doesn't have any sudden epiphanies. She does think that if somebody's going to be flung into another dimension then even if they're an Elf they might want the language thing. Whatever drawback goes with it is at least not conspicuous to her, so it's probably safe to try and see if Elves can notice it more easily or something?

So they try pushing the language thing.

Faceblindness! Well, that explains why Annie wouldn't have worked it out, she's been looking in brief flashes at The Center Of The Universe and a pair of legitimately identical twins and nobody else.

Rirosseth thinks that one sounds horrifying but no one else is terribly bothered by it. They will send ten people to random worlds in the hopes they can get help somehow.

Annie wishes them all luck and sends them off, shaking a little.

Hug?

Yes please.

Elves're pretty tough, you landed in a population center, they might be okay. Did that one go with the ability to push it to other people?

I'm assuming so, but I'd be surprised if it actually chains like that.

Yeah, that'd be convenient, that never happens. Squeeze.

Hugs are good.

They were not really expecting the ten people to land on some civilization with straightforward interworld travel and come back at once with an army at their heels, but there's an air of anticipation for most of the next while anyway.

No such luck.

Of course not. About once a month she is up for an hour of very constrained cuddling. The twins want to learn to swordfight and after some consultation Rirosseth and Lírnith agree, and get to making them wooden ones.

Annie cannot be of help with those lessons.

Yes, it seems on the whole better if Annie doesn't pick up swordfighting, humans are unfairly disadvantaged against Elves and also it is unlikely anything good would come of it. She's as safe here as anywhere.

Well, that and she can barely walk a level surface and adding sharp objects won't improve that.

The girls take to it. Rirosseth is encouraging and patient and can't tell them if they're any good for being seven because when she was seven she was tiny, see, and also swords were not allowed or spoken of, not in Valinor. 

"What was Valinor like?"

"Not - good, but better than this."

"Swords weren't even spoken of?"

"There was no violence in Valinor. People who remembered it - mostly didn't talk about it, didn't want to have dragged all that baggage across the sea - I knew people who'd been slaves of the Enemy and they never mentioned anything about it..."

"Oh."

"Not that I blame them. But - it meant we didn't have any real understanding of how badly things could go, no one had ever hurt another person on purpose..."