"Better not give them any ideas on what to do to us next when you ask," he replies with a glance Rey's way. "I don't want to end up with a set of wings stuck on this chassis. My coat has enough holes as it is."

He doesn't doubt for one second the gods wouldn't pull a crazy stunt like that. It sounds right up Confusion's alley -- maybe Fear's, too. Delight would have had a field day with a suggestion like that.

"Curufin is working on boats," he continues, "but some of us would prefer to keep our feet on solid ground. A heavy hunk of metal like me and deep water don't exactly mix."