Thank you.

And they can resume collecting elementals, with much less care paid to stealth this time. If the Queen would like to learn the relevant magic she can, but in Doriath she could probably just direct the result to happen.

She can. She observes them, but doesn't ask questions, particularly. There are more concerts and pleasantries.

And introduction of writing, that one's important. (Did the Dwarves have writing? The Dwarves have to have had writing.)

The Dwarves totally had writing. The Elves still think it's kind of a waste of time, but some try. 

Melian and Thingol have a daughter, who looks appropriately like a demigod and is very pleased to meet them.

(She also looks like a demigod, no less appropriately. If Doriath needed any more powerful practitioners... fortunately they don't.)

Pleased to meet you too, Luthien. 
Your kingdom is fantastic, by the way, easily the best place on the continent.

Thank you! Before the Enemy it was - well, it wasn't like this everywhere, but it was a little like this. Peaceful, and beautiful, and plentiful, and happy. 

I wish I could have seen it. Now there's, well. Interference.

The Enemy will be defeated and the peace restored.

Thanks for the vote of confidence. Even most of the Noldor aren't that sure. I think we can do it, though.

Oh, I don't know that the Noldor can do it, but it'll happen eventually.

Oh, you meant the Valar.

We wouldn't turn down the help, but aren't counting on it. They operate on a bit too different of a time scale.

So does the Enemy, though.

That makes a lot of sense from Doriath's point of view. From ours, we'll probably already know our result one way or the other by the time the Valar step in.

You could come here if things get bad.

Thanks.
Well, not me personally; I'm mortal and he is on a Vala's time scale, but thanks.

Mortal?

Oh. I had thought humans were common knowledge, just not the fact that there were any yet.
We don't live forever.

What happens?

We age. There's no single answer to what happens, but eventually things start going physically wrong in minor ways and eventually they start adding up and eventually it's something we can't live without. It's not fast; takes what seems to us like a lifetime.

And how long is that?

I'm not sure what calendar you use here. At most about ten Years by the Noldor one.

My mom might be able to do something. 

She could do that? That sounded so simple.

I don't know for sure, but possibly. More likely that she could if you lived in Doriath.

Nod. Right now the Noldor need all the help they can get. Maybe if it starts to matter before anything decisive happens either way.