"I did sort of figure it was because I was strange and possibly powerful."

"I am glad that to the extent it worked out it - did."

"Me too."

"I can spare a little more - sanity, here - are you in fact getting what you need -"

"I've been comfortable here, please don't overextend yourself for me."

"If you say so."

Nod.

She sings - out of human hearing range, of course - and composes and tells the girls stories and supervises their lessons. The girls are significantly happier here. They don't stop talking when the Elves come in the room. They show the Elves their projects and grow tall and are marvelled at by Dwarves.

Annie doesn't have a lot of spare time to help out with the girls because she is earning everybody's keep but sometimes she's got a little while to spare and spares it.

Everybody is in fact terribly grateful for that. 

The Elves settle in. They're a quiet and melancholy lot and the remembrance of other Dwarven kingdoms doesn't help, but they are not objectionable neighbors. The Dwarves excitedly reconstruct everything Annie can remember.

And in the fall, the Silmaril rises in the sky.

Annie cannot see it. ...Neither can anybody else underground...

Some Dwarves still travel, or have mirror setups for observatories. They - notice. They are not sure what to say. It seems maybe best to not say anything. 

But it is not all that long before some of the Elves go outside when it's safe, to see the stars and sing some songs that aren't safe underground. 

Annie isn't hanging around most of the Elves all that often (although she does ask Lírnith for updates on Rirosseth on any day when she doesn't see Rirosseth) but she does notice them being stressed out.

And eventually she finds out. And tells everyone to bring these things to her, please, not Rirosseth. 

But Rirosseth is crazy, not stupid, and she comes to find Annie a few days later. 

Annie is "drawing" an airplane, having run out of all the really low-hanging fruit but imagining someone might want airplane specs as a curiosity despite living underground. She puts her pencil down when Rirosseth's obviously approaching and gets the door before she has to knock. "Hi."

"Hi. Did my sister ask you to lie to me?"

"- no." Technically.

"...I probably don't want to know but I'm not very good at not knowing things and I have an astoundingly vivid imagination so you might as well just tell me."

"I, Lírnith thought it would be a bad idea, I thought she'd know what she was doing better than I would -"

"I'm not mad at you."

"Are you really sure you want to know."

"I can pretty much already guess. At least the outlines. There's an artifact effect that solves all our problems, I just need to get better at playing along with the magic true love thing."

"The opacity fixes oaths and I have no idea how the drawback filters."

"The opacity has the -"