"I think I'd like that."

"We'll head over to Himlad and take over the defense of the pass from him after you've visited your sister. I don't think he'll want company while Father's life is still up for debate."

"If this idea doesn't work I'll figure something else out. But, yeah, I don't blame him."

"He could tolerate it for the sake of the war effort, but he would experience being polite to you as ...something that was being coerced from him with a sword held to the throats of our people, and it'd be unhealthy all around."

"...Should I wait to meet him until I can actually raise the dead?"

"No, but until you've decided that you will. Probably. It might be worth it anyway, it's just going to be tense."

"Oh, at this point the question isn't am I, the question is when."

"In that case I think he'll like you fine."

"I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I thought I was deliberately keeping a much-missed parent away from their kids forever even if I didn't know or care about any of the kids in question. Assuming none of the people involved were terrible enough to shut my empathy down, I guess. The question was always when."

"And the advantage to sooner is that he's a very fast worker and thinker and innovator, and Curufin'd be more than twice as productive if half of him wasn't grieving."

"Yeah. I really, really hope my idea works. And, you know, that I manage to raise even one person from the dead sooner rather than later. Makes the rest of this rather philosophical, I'm afraid."

"Absolutely understood. It's hard to stop ourselves from hoping."

"Yeah. I'm going to check if my sister's awake, I think."

Illia?

Hey! I was just talking about you. How'd your side of the battle go?

I killed an enormous dragon-thing! And a lot of Balrogs. And I helped with the visibility over that one place, but then this really nasty magic guy Thauron showed up and Maedhros asked me to leave so I didn't get myself killed.

She still hasn't learned how to stop people from listening in, but he doesn't do it.

So how have you been doing off the battlefield?

Sleeping, mostly. I've been spending a lot of time on a battlefield. Oh! I'm learning to ride horses! Mostly in battlefield related situations, admittedly. Tyelcormo--sorry, Celegorm, don't say that first name out loud, linguistic blackmail, he's really great. She sends a very blurry summary of her interactions with him. Maedhros continues to be appropriately depressing for the shit he went through, but he's good at what he does. Which includes magic. Oh, he had this really awesome armor that's going to have to be refitted now that he has two hands again. She sends the mental image of the armor.

Huan's wagging his tail. That's a good sign.

Dammit, Odette, I have enough things to do without the need to begin, let alone master armorsmithing!

She bursts out laughing. It is pretty great, isn't it? I might be fixing it once there's a design.

Lucky you. Let me know how that goes, hmm? So Fingon says Maedhros implies you have a plan for resurrecting Feanor without this having terrible knock-on effects. Spill.

Bring back Feanor and the current High King's father too.

Response: Tentatively positive!

I'm not surprised. So how was your coma?