And more.

She can say much the same about Alaudala...

They are the best together.

Kiss!

Kiss!

And on to their picnic - a broad flat area in a wide cave, that Durin suspects held an underground lake long ago. 

The perfect spot. Reminds her of some places she's been with the River Gold, actually, which she will happily chatter about.

"It's a pity I didn't get more of a chance to talk with him... He sounds fascinating."

"He is! We could go meet him again, maybe, once you've got a handle on all the dwarf stuff that's been happening since your last life."

"I'd like that."

"It's a date, then."

Kiss!

And elsewhere, there is a ring. The ring is glowing, not with malice, not with intent, simply with power. The ring's mistress told it that it should cooperate with this examination, and the ring agrees. The examiner is an ally. One who will further the mistress's goals... wittingly or not.

Though if the ring were the sort of being that gambled, it would lay its wager on wittingly. She likes this dwarf.

And this dwarf likes her. 

"You're much more than an artifact," Domhildr muses, examining the hum of Precious's being in the Music of Creation. (Domhildr does not hear music, not like the elven crafters. Instead... A sprawling, beautiful filigree woven through the world in a myriad of colors, just barely out of focus unless she looks just right...)

(She picks up on different details than elves do.)

'I am a masterpiece,' the ring agrees. 'And your way of seeing that is interesting. I like it.'

"And a person, through and through... Though not one made directly by the same hand as every other People - except the dwarves."

"And there's something almost dwarven in your diagram, though Mahal did not make you..."

'My mistress has learned from many sources.'

'She would teach you directly, if you asked.'

"I wish to see what I can gather with my own senses, first..."

'That is fair. I only want to be sure you are aware of all the resources at your disposal. You have all of skill, talent, and potential.'

"I do, and thank you."

'You are welcome. You do not strike us as the type to limit yourself needlessly.'

"...I did in my relationship with Celebrimbor. At least until - recently."

"But I don't like limits on who I am. On what I can do."

'Now you are free. The only shackle that yet binds you, that stifles your flourishing, is the curse of mortality.'

"And one we're working steadily on..."

"Though it feels much too slow, sometimes."

'There are ways we could speed our progress. More intensive inspection of the nature of death, what beings experience as they cross that line, the resonances in the Song at that moment...'