They start experiencing alarming amounts of emigration to the nice-presents countries. They have an election. The new president would love to have some robots.

Yay democracy! They can have robots and nice presents and their reds can go to Endorë which remains enthusiastically on board with this experiment. 

The Valar decide to keep both Melkor and Sauron imprisoned for now.

"I suppose I should feel horrible about somebody being imprisoned," he says to Peka, "but I really don't."

"...why should you?" she wonders.

"I mean, the question is how to keep them from hurting people without hurting them, we're not supposed to hurt them just to make ourselves feel better."

"Are Ainur like Elves that way, then -"

"I don't know. More like us than like you, I think. Maybe it's okay since they can apparently still see everything any of the other ones can see -"

"Yeah, that's sort of like - I don't know, I'm imagining it like being asleep and getting to decide what you dream?"

"That'd be all right. They did kill a lot of people who don't even get that. And -" Sigh.

Snuggle. "And?"

"I want Maitimo back."

"How long's it going to take?"

"I don't know. We could be right around the corner with the technology or it could be ten Years."

"...I wanna ask if I can help but I probably can't."

"- you, uh, did. But I probably shouldn't explain."

"- um, okay."

Kiss.

Kiss!

He is maybe using her as a distraction but he doesn't think she'll mind!!!

Not at all!

The present ambassador to Voa asks Governor Avalor - "I don't know if there's a polite way to ask this of a mortal, but - you're going to die, right -"

"Not today, probably, but yes," says Avalor.

"Who else is apprised of the current arrangement between our nations, who should we expect to be working with, areyousureyouwanttodieitsoundshorrible -"

"Governors Riado and Danava would have a bit of a tussle over seniority. Riado would probably win. I don't think you'd like him. I have letters to be released on my death to various parties. I have no philosophical attachment to death but nor do I want every alien I interact with hereafter to make occasional allusions to my continued survival whenever I do not care to give them something they want like some sort of high-minded variant on threatening me at gunpoint."

" - we wouldn't withhold that from anybody, it's not a bargaining chip at all -"