"Nothing comes to mind. I can have a list for when you get back from talking with the Valar."

"Sure." So Cam does not completely fill all the cargo bays, just most of them, with a reasonable lembas/whatever ratio. "Food: done. Any good reason not to take a model of ship I already know how to drive down to Valinor, do you have really fast intrasystem transit or anything like that?"

"It'd be a day's transit in what we have."

"Okay, my model might actually be faster then unless this is a really distantly orbiting moon. So... back in an amount of time, leave me anybody who's meant to come along to see the planet get made for whatever reason, I'll meet up with you at Endorë when that's sorted?"

"Thank you," he says. "Good skill on the talk with the Valar and the planet-terraforming."

"Thanks."

Cam makes himself a cute li'l space shuttle. "Any last-minute anything?"

"Communications with Valinor are reasonably fast, we can keep in touch while you're travelling if you run across anything else on the internet you have questions about or so forth. Once you conclude oaths exist I can swear to be as forthright as possible with you and then you can ask anything you're avoiding asking for functional-working-relationship reasons."

"Sounds good." He hops into his shuttle. He makes a clean model of his computer with nothing much on it and runs 'patch for Cam'.

And now he can access their local networks and once he gets to Valinor their internet. 

Yay.

Hello Valinor. Where on you do Valar live.

The Valar live on the peak of the Holy Mountain Taniquetil, which he can easily pull up pictures of: scenic, geologically implausible, center of the main continent. There's a sprawling and stunningly pictureque city around the base of the mountains. 

Anywhere good to land around here?

Plenty of places, in the city; no obvious ones higher up the mountain, unless he wants to land directly in the middle of the thrones of the Valar in the seat of their power which he probably does not want to do.

...well, he thinks about it, but no. He lands in someplace that looks suitably disused in the city and hops out and if nobody wants to know what the fuck he flies for the mountain on wingpower.

There are people who want to know what the fuck! They take a while to assemble, though, and watch him fly off a little astonishedly. 

They can ask him what the fuck when he's back. Hello implausible mountain.

It's a beautiful implausible mountain! 

How lovely! Cam lands on it and looks for anything like a visitor's center or failing that an obvious path in that people are supposed to take.

There's no visitor's center; there's a path, wide and decorated with lots of precious stones and shiny metals and other things that are not remotely impressive to a demon. There are other people walking the path; they stare at him.

Cam waves. "Is this where one goes to talk to the Valar?"

"...yes. One typically dresses up to go see the Valar." Cam is not wearing a shirt. The comment is perhaps a little pointed. 

"...sure why not." Cam looks for something reasonably tasteful that, if not traditionally masculine, is at least being worn by a dude, and when he finds something copies it in a different color scheme with room for his wings. "Thanks for the tip."

This is astonishing and now a lot more people are staring. "You're welcome," the tip-giver stammers. 

"Anything else I should know?"

"...where are you from? What are you petitioning for?"