"True. These powers are really convenient, sometimes."

"If there's one word for the ability to casually scrape geography around like butter on toast, it's 'convenient'."

She laughs. "I am, admittedly, thoroughly cheating with several thousand times more experience with manipulating geography than anyone else. Most of us can do rough changes quickly or fine changes extremely slowly."

"Just another reason why my Mygwainor is the best."

Kiss!

"Mm, now that we've got some supplies we can stay for quite a while... Though we should possibly emerge ever. I do want to get you books - though they are all in Quenya - and assorted nice things."

"You can start teaching me, then, and we can go out once I've learned."

"That'll help you navigate, too."

Back inside, then. Luthien can have kisses for every correct sentence she produces. 

(Mygwainor also after some thought translates her own name into Quenya as Mëovanyanarë. Inconveniently long, but Quenya is like that.)

Pretty.

With incentives like that, she'll be fluent in no time.

Her Ellin is exceptionally intelligent, after all. 

Fluency obviously calls for a trip into the city to find the best place to buy books.

That seems like an appropriate celebration.

Kiss!

They get curious looks as they walk into the city - Mygwainor's changed her face, and it seems that's enough to prevent most elves from recognizing her. They get a few friendly questions about things like if they're new to the area, especially from the food stall Mygwainor gets a treat (that isn't jackfruit or roast dinosaur) for Luthien from, and more as they're looking for books.

Mygwainor's humming as they do so, and - "I'm going to invent the printing press, mechanical paper making, and all sorts of fun things," she says, looking at the books available - more even than were in Nargothrond, but, well.

Nowhere near enough for her Ellin.

"I need to start somewhere on getting this civilization up to minimum acceptable book production standards, even if we'll have to wait for the Second Born to come into their own for real volume... Though the dwarves at their height might get close to 'barely sufficient'..."

"I love you."

Hee!!!

"Anything for my Ellin."

"Though at least for now I do have things to do other than read..."

"Gives us time to build up the amount of books around."

"Give them a running start."

"Only fair."

"It'll be me against the authors, and I intend to win."

"I'm sure you'll always win."

"With your help, how could I not?"

Kiss!

"It's true. We're unstoppable together."

"Let the world tremble."

Such a lovely, wonderful wife. 

"I'll start on blueprints and operation manuals while you read, then." Which means she should also get appropriate paper and a handful of thin, blank (but pretty) books while they're out... Writing supplies, too... She should invent the typewriter, actually, that doesn't require a significant industrial base and will make creating initial drafts easier, but she should still get the books, inks, and pens since it's good to have something to start with while some smith is working on that... So she needs a smith to convince to make her fancy new inventions... 

Preferably one who isn't very... The way Certain Noldor are. Though annoying Fëanáro is almost always worth being annoyed by him in turn, and she is doing a maximally obnoxious but entirely above criticism run this time. 

(Oh, also invent ball point gel ink pens, those are very convenient...)

(Luthien's wife is definitely lost in thought.)

Fortunately, Luthien is competent enough to shepherd them around buying the things they need.

She keeps additional impulse items within their ability to carry stuff, at least, as long as one of them is a Vala with arbitrary strength. Still, eventually there's physical space issues.