"Huh. We could ask Idaia's Feanaro when we get him back."

"Yeah. 'Hi, welcome back, what ever happened to Rúmil.'"

"From what I've heard," she giggles, "just make sure to say it in Quenya if you actually want an answer."

"Or I could be patient and wait a day and a half for him to pick up Pax. He'd notice my accent, anyway."

"I wouldn't know."

"I have one. It's not that bad, but I emphasize syllables a little funny and some of my vowels are affected by surrounding phonemes in ways they're not supposed to be and my cadence is off. I solicited critique!"

"Can you critique mine?"

"I don't have a great ear for it but I can tell you're not from Tirion for sure..."

"But I don't sound egregiously terrible?"

"Nah, you're pretty easy to understand."

"Good. Quenya is a beautiful language, and I hate the idea of despoiling something beautiful."

"Maybe you would have liked it in the south of Valinor. More liberal about things there."

"Perhaps. That's where the dinosaurs lived, too."

Bella looks at the dinosaur painting. "Maybe I should have stopped there on my way to Tol Eressëa sometime."

"Maybe. Idaia's said that she would have really regretted not seeing them before leaving Valinor."

"I did actually mean to once I had some more spells and could expect not to be eaten but I didn't get around to it. Thought I had all the ages of Arda." Sigh.

"Idaia wasn't anticipating leaving like that, but she did anticipate leaving," Gloria sighs. "That probably helped her get around to things."

"Guess so."

Shrug. More paintings? There are also a few works in progress, including what appears to be a canvas that someone started to paint something on then painted over it with white paint, several times. On the very top layer sharp brush slashes have left a snarly face.

"What happened to this one, or do I just not understand modern art?"

"I keep trying to paint the Silmarils," she sighs. "It's not working."

"Because they move, or...?"

"I mean--I can get something that's recognizably supposed to be them, but I can't do them justice."

"Sounds like it would be hard, yeah, not that I've ever picked up a paintbrush..."

"It's so hard," she sighs. "They're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I--I want them, the way Idaia has them I mean, I want to capture their beauty and then surpass them."