Elsewhere, someone addresses her cousin. The one who specializes in singing.

Hey, guess who just figured out a decent binding melody that can clumsily mesh the effects of two songs together!

Who would bother? That would sound terrible! You could bend the laws of magic, but at what price?

I will make it sound pretty later! It functions now, and when I make it functional and pretty you will go, 'Oh, Calassúrë, why did I ever doubt your ability to make pretty songs from horrific miss-mashed blends!'

Me, admit I was wrong? No, no, I'll insist I had faith in you from the beginning. How's it go -

She giggles a little, then sends the melody.

And if you would like to hear it in action, I warn you, I am no longer allowed to sing anything associated with it in or near my house until I have something less. Uh. That. My mother had that long suffering expression on her face.

You can stay here, my family's well acquainted with the sacrifices we make for our art. When he was seven Tyelcormo tried to strangle me in my sleep because I'd been practicing scales all week, you know.

No, no, it's all right, I have no siblings to attempt to mercy kill me, I'm perfectly safe!

That's pretty cool. Do show me when you've gotten it straightened out - or, hmm, let me try -

If you figure out a way to make it not sound awful, let me know. I'll be figuring out how to lessen the dampening effect it has on both songs. Teamwork!

In the service of not torturing your mother any more than we absolutely need to. 

He starts humming.

I'm sure she'll be grateful. Thank you.

Of course. How've you been?

I've been all right, I've helped a few people with their gardens. I sort of want to cackle every time I walk past them.

Calassúrë wouldn't say she specializes in gardening, she much prefers songwriting, but she can get competitive about it anyway. She will have the prettiest gardens of them all, bwuahaha.

In the city? There's hardly space for a proper garden there.

That was part of the challenge! How to use the small space appropriately without making it too busy.

Nelyo probably appreciates you tremendously, half his job is trying to talk people down from making Tirion too busy.

Poor soul. No wonder he's always so busy. I'd say he should go talk more people into coming to me to help with their gardens, but that would take more time away from song design, and gardening's still just a hobby. And it's fun when it's not the result of benign cousinly manipulation and instead sheer gardening skill. Bwuahaha.

Yeah, I'd get annoyed with him if I thought he was promoting me - not that he would - which gardens are yours, so I can pick them out next time I'm wandering the city -

I'm mildly tempted to ask you to figure it out, but that seems mean. She lists them.

I'll check them out!

Let me know what you think of them! I'll be viciously disassembling this melody to its component parts to figure out how to improve it for a while, I think, and I can talk while I do it.

I will feel free to interrupt you!

It will be good for my mental discipline, she agrees serenely, and then it's back to work.

Her gardens are lovely things, and lean more towards creative use of texture and color over finding the most impressive specimens to put into the garden. In fact, she has a number of abnormal choices of foliage in the gardens themselves, often considered too plain or boring for use in an Elven garden. She uses them anyway, to help draw the eyes to specific centerpieces, or fill areas to help accentuate the negative space that gives everything else proper breathing room. They're interesting, and she seems to experiment with different things with each.

When he has a prettier bridge for the song he mentions that he found them charming.

The sons of Feanor are many things, but they are not the types to give false compliments, any of them. As such, she cackles appropriately, and then thanks him.

She'll thank him properly the next festival, when she's likely to see him, but that'll be a while. She'll just keep obsessively working on writing songs to the exclusion of all else.