"Have you found a new place for us, Mygwainor?"

"A waypoint, at least." She squeezes her wife's hand. "I'd want to look longer to find a perfect home for you, my Ellin."

Kiss!

"It would be nice to rest for a while."

Kiss!

"We deserve it. We've been working a very long time." She inclines her head towards the door. "Onwards, then?"

She opens the door.

It opens into - a bar, actually. The wooden floors are smooth with a faint glossy sheen, and the walls are a dark, smokey tone. There's a long bar on the wall across from them, no bartender behind it though its shelves are full of a wide assortment of bottles. The light is warm and friendly, and there's a crackle of a fireplace around a corner somewhere. It's a big room, with several doors and a number of tables and private booths.

And it's currently bustling with a rather ridiculous variety of people. A slender - plant person? Tiny ent? - is picking a tray full of colorful drinks up off the bar. Laughter bursts from a table where a blue-skinned woman with two head-tails emerging from an elaborate headdress, someone with the head of a dog, a skinny human boy, and a bird seem to be playing cards. Most of the other tables have other groups at them, most a bit less mixed - but many with races unlike anything Luthien's seen. A group of elves with silvery hair and skin in varies shades of purple and blue have their heads bent together, there's a fox telling a story to some goblins in one corner, two winged teenagers elbowing each other and arguing as they climb a staircase away from the main room...

It's a lively mess, and a few people near the door look up when Mygwainor and Luthien come in, but none seem very interested, and they turn back to their previous business soon enough. 

Hmm.

"Quite a change from the silence of the void."

"Interesting, though," she says, looking around with undisguised fascination. But she squeezes her wife's hand and asks, "Do you want to find a more quiet corner?"

"Just to begin with, I think."

They can search out that fireplace then. 

And, in fact, there's two very comfortable looking couches pulled into a triangle with the hearth, around the corner from the main room. They can still hear the murmur of it all, but it's muted here, and no one else is in this part of the bar right now.

"Perfect for cuddles," she says, running her hand over the soft fabric.

"Just like your house in Valinor."

"A bit different." She sits with her back towards the fire, legs up on the seat, and tugs Luthien into her lap.

Mmm, Mygwainor snuggles. Luthien tucks her head into the curve of her wife's shoulder.

"I liked that pile of cushions you had by the hearth. This is cozy like that."

Hmmmm, snuggle, and... "Yeah, it is. We'll have to remember that as an essential house feature." She kisses the top of Luthien's head.

"Start a list."

She giggles, then: "Hmmm... Large windows looking out into a gorgeous flower garden..."

"Banks of lilac and lavender, and a willow tree above a small pond."

"Perfect to braid into your lovely hair."

Hee.

"And a kitchen, of course, an oven, stovetop, icebox, a rack for your knives..."

She giggles and kisses her wife again. "And I believe I once promised you a library of at least three hundred thousand books..."

"A little reading nook to go along with it."

"A quiet and peaceful one, with a view of lovely things."

"So to summarize: a sprawling garden, cozy little house behind it, enormous library building behind that."

"Maybe some less tamed forest, too."

"A healthy curtain of privacy to insulate us from the neighbors."