the House of Fëanor meets Miles Vorkosigan. It's educational.
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"At Tyelcormo's suggestion, I refrained from informing Macalaurë of the secondary objective of my proposed assault on Angband. All of the reasoning I described to him was perfectly sound and accurate to my thought process, and I did do all the things I said I would. I just... succeeded a little harder than he might have been expecting."

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She shakes her head. "Fine. Electricity. How do we get it up and running?"

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"We'll need to construct a contraption of some kind in which magnets can be caused to turn repeatedly around a wire, and I'll need to test how well it's working and refine the design - probably the first few will need someone to stand around turning a crank; eventually I'll be able to come up with a design that can be propelled by the natural motion of wind or water - and then once we have enough of these we can connect them to my shuttle and store excess electricity there. We're unlikely to overrun its capacity anytime soon, but if we turn out to be astonishingly productive I can get started on figuring out how to manufacture batteries right away."

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"All right. There's a workshop back at the camp which we haven't had the chance to make much use of."

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"Hooray."

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Their forces have already ridden out towards Angband when they return to camp, and the settlement is nearly deserted. Irissë waves to a child who looks perhaps seven or so. "Itarillë, this is Miles Vorkosigan of all the trouble. Miles, my niece."

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"'Miles Vorkosigan of all the trouble'. Never have I been so accurately summarized. Pleased to meet you, Itarillë."

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The child nods at him. 

"Itarillë, do you want to join us? We're making a generator, and small fingers might be useful for parts of this. And I know you know your way around the workshop."

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"It might even be fun," says Miles. He considers adding that he loved this sort of thing when he was her age, and then reflects that the kid may very well be older than he is.

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"I think it will be very satisfying," she says. 

Itarillë sits down on the sledge with a mischevious smile. Irissë pretends to suddenly have difficulty pulling it. And they proceed.

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Miles giggles at the addition to Irissë's sledge.

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When they reach the workshop, it contains an Elf. She smiles uncertainly at them.

"Hello, Irissë. I have been thinking about the problem of paper," she says.

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"And the adjacent problems of wood, food - everything rots," she adds to Miles as an aside. "It never happened in Valinor and has us completely off-balance."

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"It is unfortunate," she agrees.

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"Well, I have something less unfortunate for you to think about," says Miles. "Any interest in helping me reinvent the electrical generator?"

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"You might first need to explain what one of those is, but I predict I will be very interested."

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"We need to make these move, apparently," Irissë says. "A handheld crank that turns it in a circle might be enough."

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"Why must we make them move?" she wonders.

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So Miles explains again about the electrons.

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The workshop Elf is fascinated and delighted! And forgetting to introduce herself.

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"Miles, this is Ténië. She's going to be better than I or Itarillë at anything particularly technical; I had just barely enough skill with a forge to acquit myself as in fact Noldorin, and Itarillë hadn't even yet had that chance when the war started."

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"Pleased to meet you, Ténië. I'll be glad of your help - all three of you, I'm sure."

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"This electricity stuff sounds very exciting and I am very excited," says Ténië.

As they work to assemble a prototype generator, she does turn out to be very good at technical things. And very excited about electricity.

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Miles is glad of both the skill and the excitement. He produces safety advice at appropriate moments, and flits about busily assisting and organizing and suggesting and making an occasional trip back to his shuttle for various parts.

After several hours and three discarded prototypes, they have a generator that he says will suffice to charge a reader's batteries at reasonable speed, although they're still far from having enough to get his shuttle operational again.

"That went even faster than I thought. I'm so pleased. I wonder if it's time to go across the lake and see how they're doing."

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Irissë is turning a hand crank delightedly. "I can't imagine they're already done. You can go check, though."

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