"Mygwainor."

She smiles, kissing her wife's forehead.

"...You're cute."

"Enjoy it while it lasts. I'll be taller than you again some day."

"I'm a Vala, you know. I can be as tall as I want."

"And yet somehow you've always wanted to be shorter than me. Funny how that works."

"It's because I have excellent taste."

She giggles.

Cute.

She bops Luthien's nose. "Sadly, making out will have to wait until you are taller than me again..."

She snuggles into Mygwainor's side.

"Alas."

She settles to sit snuggling her wife. "So tragic. However will we deal with not making out for... It's fifty years of the Sun, right?"

"Something like that. I never kept close track."

"I'm sure the years will fly by."

"Since you're here they will."

Nuzzle. "I'll have to be gone sometimes after my simulacrum's release from prison... But not for very long, and that's a while off yet."

"And we should figure out how we can introduce you so we don't have to meet in the woods all the time."

"To the elves here?"

"Yeah."

Thoughtful frown. "There's a very high chance one of them would recognize me as Beren in the First Age, though... And a rather unpleasantly high chance your mother will recognize me as Melkor if I'm not wearing someone else's fate at the time."

"Could you wear a difference face? Though that wouldn't help with the fate, I suppose."

She waves a hand. "Someone like Finrod would see through that, and Finrod's sadly not unique - the same trick that should shield Beren being Melkor from your mother might shield Beren being me, though, especially if I tweak it... It would become more obvious after I regain my memories, but..."

Frown.

"I might be able to do something. Especially since by then they won't be looking - and I can fake this persona's death in one of the battles before the rising of the Sun, perhaps... Before the Girdle is formed."

"I'd like it if you could."

Soft kiss.

"I'll do my best, then."

"Any preferences on my face and name as your mysterious elven friend?"

"Surprise me."

She hums, tapping her chin...

And her face morphs, skin lightening, hair becoming wavier, longer.

"I'll be Elvŷr," she says, teasingly. (The name means 'star's vassal.')