Mmmmrph. But pretty wife...

But anyone bold enough to knock on her door - she's really not talking to a lot of her elven neighbors yet - is probably a Maia or Vala and is about to get insistent...

Mygwainor reluctantly detangles from her wife and manifests clothes onto her body.

Luthien waves desultorily in the vague direction of her own.

She giggles and picks Luthien's clothes up, handing them over. "I'll shut the parlor door, Ellin," she says, as another knock comes from the front door. 

She flops over. "Kay. Be out in a bit."

She kisses her wife's forehead and leaves the room, sliding the door shut behind her and going to open her front door before whoever - by the feel of the air definitely a Vala - can keep knocking.

She's in an exceptionally good mood when she opens in. Not even her worst enemies interrupting her cuddle time with her wife can significantly dim her high.

The very rude interruption lowers her hand from another attempt to knock.

(Orome, of course. Who else would track down Melkor after a long but not that long time spent locked in her house.)

She raises an eyebrow, glancing not so much at Melkor's new face - the Ainur change raiments like the elves change clothes - but at her altered Song. 

"Something changed," she observes.

Happy, almost smug hum.

"It did. To what do I owe this visit?"

"You've been absent from public appearances for longer than usual."

She raises an eyebrow, leaning languidly against the door frame. "Did the others make you my parole officer? Doesn't seem Manwe's speed," she says, voice light.

Long suffering sigh.

"I don't need orders to keep an eye on you, Melkor."

Luthien emerges from behind and rests her chin on Mygwainor's shoulder.

"My wife prefers Mygwainor."

Orome looks somewhat like her brain just broke.

"...Wife."

"Wife!" she says with a happy giggle, turning to kiss Luthien's cheek. "A very lovely one, too."

Grin.

Long pause. 

"What should I call you?" she asks Luthien, voice a bit carefully polite.

"You can call me Luthien."

Nod.

"...Do you know of her history?"

Better than you do.

"Yes."

"I told her everything before we wed," she says. "My Ellin has seen my mind."

Pause. "I would love to stand here and gossip, but we are newly wed... Perhaps we could have a couples dinner with you and your wife in a while," she says with an aggressive cheerfulness. "Or even a double date hunt. Catch up on socialization."

Orome looks very dubious about that idea. 

"I'll talk to Nessa to schedule," she says. "I know you're not the socialite of the pair."

She reaches forward to clap Orome on the shoulder. "In the meantime, could you be a dear and get us some elf-appropriate food?" Pause. "And probably other supplies. Like soap - my darling enjoys lilac. My house is rather dreadfully understocked."

"...Um."

"Consider it an urban hunt."

"Thank you for the help, but I really need to get back to celebrating with my wife. Just leave the supplies on the doorstep," she says, then shuts the door in Orome's face. 

Hee. Kiss!

Kiss!

"I'm going to have a lot of fun annoying the Valar when they can't do anything about it or even feel justified being annoyed," she says with a giggle.