Slow nod.

"...I give my blessing to your marriage."

"Thank you, Father." Her smile is genuine and her tone much warmer.

"Thank you," Mygwainor says, sincerely. "I love your daughter, and I want only to have what time we may together."

"I'm worried about her when that time ends, but - I have realized it isn't for me to try and control her happiness," he says, sounding tired. "But for now - we have a wedding party to plan, it seems."

"So we do."

Mygwainor grins. "I look forward to it."

Elvish wedding parties are rarely planned quickly, of course, but he can direct them toward the usual people who plan events at court for however large a celebration they want to be involved in.

Before they part, though - he wants to keep the Silmaril with him, and he's at best lukewarm on the idea of letting it leave Doriath, worse than lukewarm on the idea of returning it to the Feanorians.

(...Not surprising. It always goes like this.)

(Not very good, though.)

(Mygwainor should really try to end the loops before this inevitably gets everyone killed.)

That was never part of the Quest. Nor is it a wise idea; the Feanorians are already or will shortly be aware that they were successful in retrieving it.

Doriath will stand strong against them, and he won't deal with Kinslayers.

There is no dealing required. A Silmaril was requested, a Silmaril was brought. She has returned, safe and whole and happy.

Let that be enough.

It is, for him, but he will not see the Kinslayers get their way so easily. 

Even to the point of compounding their sin, at the cost of his own people?

It will not cost his people, nor compound their sin. 

She hopes he remembers those words.

He does not often forget. 

...She and Luthien have had a long journey. They should go rest. 

Yeah.

They'll see about starting the planning process in the morning.

She gets them detangled from the argument with Thingol and gets Luthien to their rooms, embracing her.

Hug.

"I tried, I suppose."

Squeeze. "You did."

"Let's have the wedding as soon as possible."

Kiss. "Let's."

"I don't think anyone would object if we married before the parties; I understand that's normal at least among the Noldor... Especially with anyone highly placed socially."

"Father would frown. ...But I suppose he doesn't strictly need to know."

"I've heard some people can see whether you're married in another's eyes." Nuzzle. "But as long as we don't draw attention to it..." Kiss. "But we can wait, too."