"Can you tell them that I want to learn to speak Quenya before I have an audience with a King in it, and that it should only take me a day or two if you help me learn?"

"Oh good idea." He says this to his audience. 

Matilda smiles. This seems to her like a very reasonable solution!

"Okay," he says, "I think that'll work, but I don't want to go back to the palace because I'm not sure I can avoid my father's wife. Can we go to your house? People will come find me when they need me. Which they won't."

"Sure, we can go to my house. I put it where you said and then I came back because I remembered you never told me if I can dig up the ground to fit my house neatly in it or not."

"You can definitely do that, sorry. I don't care about my land."

"That's convenient. Would you like me to fly us there now or would you rather walk?"

"Flying's nice. How long did it take you to learn that?"

"Not very long. I've only had this ability at all for a few months."

She picks up herself and Fëanáro and flies them to where she put the house and puts Fëanáro down and looks at the part of the ground where she would like to put her house. A hole digs itself. She moves her house into the hole. Then she piles up all the dirt she took out of the hole next to the house, very neatly and tidily and without ever once interfering with something outside of what Fëanáro described as his land. It all takes about a minute.

"In that case maybe I should work on it. I was thinking writing was way more interesting but writing books will take me longer than a few months, unless I can think of a way to do it very quickly- do you know any of those? - and if I can do other things while moving things with my mind it'd be a real time-saver. And I'd like to fly."

"Well, there's computers," she glosses the concept mentally, "those make writing go really fast, but you'd need an electrical generator and I don't know how to make one of those. There might be a book about it somewhere. Or typewriters. Once we invent an alphabet we can invent a typewriter for it. That's probably a lot easier than computers, because computers have lots of complicated stuff going on that I don't understand yet, I was going to start studying them this summer."

"We can do a typewriter," he says, "I'm not very good in a forge yet but we could always ask someone else to make the metal in the shapes we need if we want it really quickly. Or we can learn. You get better in a forge by practicing."

"It would be neat to learn how to forge metal! But if we want a typewriter quickly, asking someone else to make the parts is probably more efficient."

"We want to know everything in the world as quickly as possible," he says, "but a typewriter helps make other learning faster in a way metalworking doesn't, so I agree with you."

"Maybe computers can be next after typewriters, then. I think computers would help make other learning faster too." She bounces happily. "Learning is fun!"

"Yeah, I'm really glad that a house dropped out of the sky with all these useful things like writing, i wouldn't even have realized for a couple years more that we needed it. Computers need generators? What do you know about those, anything at all?"

"I don't know much about them, but my encyclopedia probably knows something!"

"Okay. Let's figure out our projects for the next few weeks and get a list of materials right away so I can requisition them, then we can do whatever seems most urgent - teach you Quenya, maybe."

"Yes, if you teach me Quenya then I can go have an audience with the King while you stay in my house and read encyclopedias. Okay. We want to teach me Quenya, and we want to invent an alphabet for it and then build a typewriter, and after that we want to figure out what we'd need in order to build an electrical generator and then do that, and probably once I know anything about computers I'm going to want to build one that's better than the one I have but that's probably more than a few weeks away."

"So we should ask for a lot of paper and ink and probably someone skilled with metalworking in general since we don't know yet what exactly we'll need for a typewriter and generator. Anything else?"

"I think that's probably enough things," Matilda decides.

"Hardly! But it means we should start working instead of planning. I ordered everything. I can talk aloud in Quenya while we work on the alphabet."

She giggles at 'hardly'. "Okay!"

Alphabet time!

"Quenya is one of a lot of spoken languages derived from primitive Quendian, but most of them are spoken in the Outer Lands and I'm not sure there's any way to get our alphabet to the Outer Lands. We should have an alphabet that works to represent them too, as best as we can, especially since you can fly and we might be able to go over to visit them sooner than I was expecting," he says, osanwë-translating as he goes. 

"That's sensible," Matilda agrees. "Everyone should be able to have an alphabet if they want one."