"By kin you mean all members of the same species? We reserve the word for family.
All those types of killing have happened. I'm not sure how useful a benchmark 'common enough to distinguish between' is; unlike the Enemy, we measure how common things are with numbers. I don't have those in front of me, but I think something like a few deaths in a hundred thousand are homicide.

For anything about children, the most important answer is that humans age faster. An eighteen- or twenty-year-old human isn't a child. Most people who have children at all do it before they're thirty. If the Enemy knew all this and said that humans in general have children while themselves children, I'd call him a liar even if the Valar didn't.

Forced marriages have happened. They're even common, in a few countries, and in most it's considered a violation of human rights.

The thing about the weapons is true. No idea what he'd abhor, but if it includes this then most humans would agree with him. It got used once, ending a war by destroying two cities. Two hundred thousand died."

"...wow. Okay. Uh, we've got a very narrow icy cliff of moral high ground to cling to here, but still. Wow."

"Not all Men, obviously. There have been a hundred billion or so. But the worst is pretty bad."

"Everyone's pretty bad at their worst.

I'm going to head back in before I freeze, I think."

"And I may as well start for Valinor, I guess. Thanks for the background on this world; I'd be even more lost without it. Pass that on to Findekáno too?"

"For sure."

There's a brief errand on the way out.

Shifting to a practitioner's second sight for the first time since arriving, it looks like an ice spirit did decide to stop by the improvised bait. Its appearance is distinctly not humanoid; more like a few connected mounds of snow and ice with spindly attachments that might be analogous to limbs. A small elemental, but strong enough to be better than nothing. Now to catch it.
It's settled in enough to not flee as soon as it gets noticed, but it's probably not about to be metaphorically eating out of anyone's hand either. 

Amber circles around it, low to the ground and drawing in the snow with a talisman taken from around her neck. Having the heat elemental back would be awfully convenient, partly because it's freezing out here and mostly because it's more effective to bind spirits with their opposites. After getting all the way around, she touches her pendant to the circle and charges it with power from her water and air elementals. Hopefully the target is docile or weak enough that it can be bound by similar forces as well as opposite ones; water is about as similar to ice as anything is, and she's pretty sure the wind that accompanied this air elemental when it was free was a cold one... this is kind of tenuous. But it does react when the circle gets completed, and it does stop at the boundary, so it's probably at least temporarily bound. Or at least not trying very hard.

She starts talking. In the new language where she can; her voice isn't going to reach far enough to be overheard anyway, and it's not as if nature spirits pay attention to the exact text of the human-language words. Or nonhuman as the case may be. "My name is Amber Atreides. You've accepted the offering I left, I returned for you, and now I've bound you. Now I want you to do something for me. These people are planning to trek across the ice, and they need help. I can show you one of them, her name is Irissë. I'll ask how a certain person knew about a recent human invention, the person I ask is her. I want you to keep the ice from breaking under Irissë, give her handholds when she's climbing, help however you can without being seen. I'm not asking you to go anywhere not frozen." Ideally she would have been binding an elemental powerful enough to make a way for the entire host, but in this short a time even this was lucky. "In exchange, I'll break the circle and give you as much of the energy that drew you here as you would have gotten if you stayed an hour. Or I could strengthen it, come back better equipped, and tighten the binding until you have to obey me."

It's an elemental. It doesn't understand what she's saying, in the human sense, but it gets some impression of what it's being asked. But it doesn't indicate an answer; instead it changes form from ice to snow and back and sloshes around the interior of the circle. It moves surprisingly quickly and occasionally stands upright, but stays inside the circle.

Well.

"Findekáno," she says, "you listening to our guest?"

The spirit freezes, colloquially as well as literally. Then it jolts, hard enough that part of the circle gets filled in. It quickly oozes out and escapes. It's almost like the reaction an elemental this size would have if someone spotted it enough to form a connection, to which there is only one response.

"Huh?"

"Everyone's listening. Want to, uh, go say 'hi' again, except knowing now that she's -"

"We don't know what she is," Irissë says automatically. Honestly it had sounded pretty cool. Confidently making a deal with ...a minor Maia? But you couldn't threaten those...

Well, there's no one nearby who could have scared it off. It could have been seen, but at this range it would have at worst just looked like she was playing in the snow for some reason. Maybe there wasn't anything setting it off at all; it was a very weak binding.

At least no one needs to know she tried.

"Melkor does that," he says.

"No, whatever Melkor does is different. That was - she asked it to help us."

"She asked it to help you."

Oblivious to the fact that they aren't oblivious, Amber collects the bait elemental from the failed trap and resumes walking Valinorward. Maybe the next spirit will be more cooperative, if there is one.

"Alright, go. Take five people with you, stay out of sight, be careful, call for help if -"

She nods impatiently and starts walking.

She only started a few hundred yards ahead, and they're faster.

"Irissë?"

Amber doesn't recognize the others of the six.

"Hey. Thought we'd walk with you, or is it not the sort of thing we're supposed to watch?"

"Um. Which thing?"

"'You've accepted the offering I left, I returned for you, and now I've bound you. Now I want you to do something for me'?"

"Yes. That was very much not something I should have let anyone see. How did you even hear that?"

"We were still at the camp. You were barely a quarter mile off."

"I was almost a quarter mile off!

Of course. Telepathy, immortality, implausible good looks, and super hearing. I don't suppose you can fly on alternate Thursdays?"

"What's a Thursday? If it's bigger than an eagle, I can probably fly on it."

"It's a day of the week. I guess if you aren't counting off days based on the sun you might not have had much reason to get the hang of Thursdays. Not important.

What's important is, if you could catch that from the camp, how many people heard it? And are they listening now?"

"A lot of people heard it. I'm sure many of them are listening now."

"So anywhere from six to a hundred thousand. Um. Is there a way to talk without being overheard by several stadiums' worth of people?"