It's beautiful. In a very different way from Tirion, but no less for that. Ahya had--not forgotten, exactly, but...

Remembering pretty things just isn't the same. He crows delightedly. Huan goes bounding off and comes back a while later with a spider the size of his head.

"That is so cool," she says, examining the spider.

"They're bigger here because of something about the air, forget what exactly."

"We could ask!"

"Ask who?"

"Where'd you find out the first time?"

"Oromë."

"Oh. Never mind, then."

"At least not immediately."

"Well, yes, presumably you're going to see him again at some point."

"He'll probably say 'oh, go ask Yavanna' and I won't bother."

"Oh well."

"You could ask her."

"True. This is less convenient, but I probably will. I'm curious now."

"Getting the Valar to actually explain stuff is great. They're terrible at it but sometimes just a tiny bit makes sense and it's like a whole new world...."

"Sounds amazing."

"You haven't talked with one?"

"I have...reasons to want to avoid too much scrutiny from them."

"They're not all the same. Oromë knows me really well."

"I'm glad to hear it." I, um, you're not the only person who I know is attracted to the same gender. It's not that I think it's likely that the Valar could use me to get to them, but. I sorta got a little paranoid about it.

They don't actually do anything, you know. Even if they know.

Except Lorien.

Still doesn't, unless you ask.

Okay.