Lake Mithrim is calm after Utumno freezes. Researchers research, Kat and Catherine tear around like little monsters, wizards fly, Elves sing.
Lake Mithrim ripples. It now has three islands in it. One of them is an architecturally stunning music hall, distinctly Elven but with superior material sciences underlying its construction. The other is a house, not Elven at all, narrow and without any yard to it, just stairs to a few feet of sidewalk.
He can also, it happens, hear her singing from anywhere and vice versa. "Being married is good."
It's not uncommon for it to take a Year. They might be one of those couples!
Pet pet - "I don't think anyone stays in bed for a Year, just doesn't do much else."
A while later Fëanáro announces that he figured out how Elf marriage works and is rolling out some changes, Silmaril-enforced: marriage now works for Elves and orfs and orcs, and requires the advance deliberate intent to get married of both parties. Otherwise they will not get married. If one party is an Elf and the other some non-magic species then with deliberate intent there'll be a one-sided marriage.
This definition lets people have extramarital sex, and there are many demands he change it back. He declines and observes that of course people who object to extramarital sex can continue not having it.
"It certainly seems to damage the fabric of society less than predicted." Snuggle.
"Perhaps because my father has decided to just personally design it! And perhaps in spite of that!"
"It's clever! I didn't know the Silmarils were so multipurpose!"
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