That sounds like a terrible plan.

I'm not claiming it was perfect.

It was dumb. 

You don't have any context -

Did Fredrick disagree with me?

Is there a way to stomp away from an osanwë conversation in a huff -

Nope! Am I hurting your feelings?

Just - just making me miss him. And we're never - we're never ever -

I'm so sorry. 

Quendi usually sing.

I can't sing.

If it would help I could sing.

Sure, okay, sing all about it. Does it - usually help -

Yeah. Everybody else will sing too, even if they don't know what you're singing about. It - it's the only thing about it that can be shared -

He nods.

He goes outside and practices magic by the lake and listens to the Quendi singing.

After two months Ulmo agrees to a plan to drown Angband, though he'd like them to tell him where they're dropping the ocean end so he can make sure it doesn't damage any critical ecosystems.

There's probably no reason to drop it in a different place than where he was first sung to.

"Well, deeper would mean much higher water pressure."

"I mean, weighted and a mile out, sure, but not far from there."

"Or however many miles for it to get deep, who knows how oceans work on flat worlds. But I agree there's no reason to pick somewhere Ulmo might find objections to."

"Possibly he should be consulted on oceanography if that will not take another forever."

Will that take another forever?

No, they're still talking to him. He can recommend somewhere deep.

Good.