"It's not outright infeasible just - really annoying and distracting and not ideal for the relationships involved -"

"Well. Thingol's a bit prickly but he might agree and then they'd be very thoroughly safe."

"Or maybe there's a unicorn hair substitute." Sigh.

"You could try plucking Huan, he's magical. Not a unicorn, but I don't know what qualifies. Next question was whether you can duplicate magic objects -" he pulls a glowing stone off the shelf behind him -

"...probably not, uh, is it delicate -"

"No."

Miranda taps it with her pine wand. No dice. "If it can be done it's complicated."

"Too bad. A lot of our time and energy goes into enchanting armor, it might be worth trying to figure out how to do it if it's possible at all."

"There's some protective enchantments that go on clothes."

"A full set of armor has enchanted durability, light weight and flexibility, imperviousness, a boost to the endurance, energy, speed, reflexes and strength of the wearer, and protections against various kinds of magical attack or tampering."

"...that's a bit much but none of it sounds infeasible unless our magic systems just won't cooperate at all and we can't protect against local stuff."

"We have to do it all in one shot, so it's not possible to just get the minimum and then add things later as needed. I think Curufinwë had some tests in mind for magic system interactions -"

"I have a list!"

"But I still need you for translation, we should tell the rest of the story now."

"If you don't want to repeat yourself I could get a dictation quill."

"Ooooh. By all means get one of those."

"Accio dictation quill and parchment -" There is a wait. Then she has them.

"Convenient!" And he explains what Melkor did with his thousand years on parole, how he nearly managed to concoct a civil war out of nothing by impersonating people and spreading rumors, how eventually Fëanáro drew a sword on his brother and at that point the Valar intervened to exile him for a hundred twenty years -

"Did he, uh, use the sword?"

"No, he threatened him."

"You sentence people to a hundred twenty years' exile for threatening each other?"

" - it's only come up the once."

"...maybe since our deadly weapons are also how we draw the curtains we have different norms about that but I think even Muggles don't have it like, uh, that."

"The Valar could probably have handled it better. Anyway, we all went with him into exile - Melkor showed up and tried to offer to help us escape Valinor, he was behaving suspiciously, we told him to leave - he did - we wrote the Valar and told them to do something but they couldn't find him -"

And then the Darkening and Finwë's murder and the Valar demanding Fëanáro hand over the Silmarils and Fëanáro swearing to fight anybody who took them - "we swore with him" - and the departure from Tirion - "and there were two ways out of Valinor - to march across the northern ice, which was quite obviously going to kill us, or take boats, and oceanfaring boats weren't a specialty of ours - we asked the Teleri to borrow theirs. They said no. We asked for help making our own. They said no. We asked to be taught how boats worked. They said no. My father said we'd wait until they were asleep and then just take the boats - when they saw we were doing it they opened fire on us and then there was a fight and in the end ten thousand people were dead -"

"Jesus. Uh, thank you for mentioning the oath thing before I attempted to summon the Silmarils."