"Yes. The protection of our lands marks its borders. They are in the north."

"If I bring the boats to the borders, will the wards allow them in instead of turning them away or destroying them? How should I return them, if not?"

"Yes, we'll take the boats back in."

"It will be a few hours. I am not as strong with water as stone."

And she zooms off toward the boats. Presuming they're still intact, she starts extracting water from them and floating them back off the shores.

They are. Their occupants have left and gone inland. There's sounds of fighting. 

Her hearing is not all that great, she's by the ocean, and not high enough to see clashing armies. Unless it's particularly obvious and nearby fighting she probably won't notice.

In that case she'd probably just notice that they've all left the shore and headed inland. The boats can be preserved.

And they are, and delivered near the irritating repelling ward after nearly four hours.

And then she heads north and up, using her telescope to search for large groups of travellers.

They're not hard to see; vast numbers.

So she presents herself to them by very obviously flying overhead and then landing about a mile ahead of the leading edge's path.

They send people out, eventually, warily, and stop a deferential distance away and bow.

She bows as well, greets them in what little of the language she's learned while pushing thoughts out, "I am new to this land, and visiting all who seem troubled by it, learning. I am possibly willing to help, once I feel I've learned enough."

"I've been told there was a succession dispute and fighting between you and the elves now on the other continent."

He looks suspicious. "There was. They sent you for us?"

"They want nothing to do with you. I want to find the truth and hopefully fix the entire damn mess once I know enough to not make it worse."

It's possible she's frustrated and impatient, by now. Being tossed around in an unfamiliar and unstable place will do that.

Powerful beings who are impatient with you are dangerous.

"I apologize. We'd be happy to answer any questions you have, provide any proof we can, and assist you if we can." At least on everything Melkor already knows.

She confirms that they'll tell her the same story she's heard already - evil Melkor, Orcs are tortured-and-bred Elves, succession dispute, and they're heading off to fight him.

"Yes."

She gives a deep sigh.

Staying neutral and not getting involved in the fighting does not work here. A Fate's mere nearby presence doesn't keep the conflict to a low simmer. The local version of a Fate is perpetuating the conflict, according to everyone but the man himself and his personally created species.

"I wonder if I could create a third continent. Probably not, and it wouldn't even solve the problem."

"If you have that power, you could give us the means to reach the far continent, so we can help stop Melkor."

"I could... I am used to wars being a tragedy not that much lesser, posing a danger to everyone nearby, not just fighters. Shattering entire continents."

She remembers seeing one fall. CRACK. A line of violent red, lava and miasma, sprouting suddenly. Earthquakes. Stars falling to the ground, burning anything in their path. Crack. Cra-CRA-CR- into a ceaseless chain, vast areas becoming empty void in moments, feeling like it was ripping at her soul as the world fell apart around her. She saved as many people as she could. It wasn't that many.

"But indecision is not helping. And I am sure enough that Melkor is evil, now. I will make a map of the land and if you select a spot far enough from your fellows so as not to risk conflict with them I can transport you there in a matter of days, and build you a fortress, and possibly weapons or other knowledge. Though I intend to grant approximately equal advantages to the other elves, and I hope there is some chance of resolving your tensions with them peacefully."

"I think everyone will cool off given time and a common enemy, yes. That offer is extraordinarily generous and we are grateful."

...It just now hits her that they're all terrified of her. That's why they're speaking so formally. She felt most comfortable in the presence of Melkor out of anyone in her time here so far, he's the only one who talked to her like an actual acquaintance might. Not that she'll let it fool her.

This is giving her a headache. And she should probably learn how to stop doing the mental sharing at some point.

"Can you think of anything I maybe ought to know and don't yet?"

"You returned the boats to Alqualondë? You've met orcs and Melkor and know what he is? The Valar said not to come in? They told that we've been exiled? Nothing else about the situation seems urgent, my lady Mountain."

"One last thing. This is a harsh place. Is anyone in your group in danger from the exposure?  I can provide temporary shelters, fish drawn up from the sea for food, a large slab of rock that will remain warm as a campfire for several hours."

"We'd - be deeply appreciative of any of those things, but none of us are near dying of exposure. We expected to be out here for a while waiting for the boats to return."