"Okay. I'm sure you'll notice things I never have..."

"We'll see." Kiss.

Gentle kiss.

"Someday this'll be over," she says, softly, "And I'll make a beautiful world for you."

"Any world where I'm with you is already beautiful."

Awwww.

Kiss!

"Then I'll make it gorgeous."

"I know you will, Mygwainor."

Snuggle.

But all things end, in time, and so does the Light of Aman, the gold and silver age of the elves.

It starts, of course, when a giant spider decides the Two Trees look tasty.

It doesn't end there.

Mygwainor hovers on the threshold of their home, gaze distant, as Aman goes utterly, entirely, impossibly dark.

The shadows want them to be afraid. There's a predator out there. Something old. Something dangerous.

Mygwainor is older and more dangerous than it by far.

Still, she stands in their doorway, expression torn.

"Heavy thoughts, love," Luthien says, hugging her.

She turns to kiss Luthien's cheek. "I don't know if I should help."

"What's stopping you?"

"I could help," she says, "And minimize any damage, and make sure nothing escalates into fights, and reassure people - fix things, and the timeline would destabilize faster."

Pause. 

"I should help. Our friends are out there."

Pause.

"I don't..."

"I don't want this to end with - "

"Trying to fix things that will never last."

Kiss.

"It's not an end, Mygwainor. This is our beginning."

"I'll go with you. Always."

Proper kiss.

"I know. I love you, so much." She squeezes Luthien's hand.

"I love you too."

Lean.

"What do you want to do? About..." She gestures out at the darkness.

"...Let's help."

Kiss.

"Alright."

Out, then, to see what of Aman's peace they can save.

However temporary it might prove.

And as with Doriath -

They get things settled. They get things peaceful. Resolved. There's still tension, still arguments, but Mygwainor is powerful in every way that matters here -

The world dissolves.

From Luthien's perspective, the next thing that happens is being a baby again.

It's easier the third time. She's knows what to expect.

She tries some new things, makes more friends... But really, she's just waiting for her wife to come back.

Luthien very often has a sense of being watched as a child - by more than her keen-eyed father, her perceptive mother. There's a brush of her wife's mind even in her earliest memories this loop, an, 'I'm okay. I love you.'

Getting away from her parents and assorted other watchful, suspicious elves long enough to meet up with her wife might be a bit of a challenge, though.

Fortunately, she has more practice slipping away than they do watching her.

Her wife meets her in the starlit woods, a good ways away from the current camp.

"Ellin," she says, voice soft, dropping to her knees on the forest floor.

(She's a bit awkwardly taller than Luthien right now, otherwise...)