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The grownups are all very busy, but the children are all bored.
Bored or having nightmares. But Tasárinon was not on a ship and did not see the people dying and has only heard it thirdhand and can't exactly have nightmares about the look in his mother's eyes - well, he probably could, but he hasn't - so he's bored, and he is drawing on the floor. It is an absurdly intricate drawing. He has been embellishing it for three days.
"Alright. Medical was optimistic about results, you can check for them in probably twenty hours."
"Medical results for Cam #1, I am told. Should we standardize on a title format so you can save some time?"
"I will be conjuring up all things titled 'letter for Cam' on a daily basis. Unless the title starts getting spam."
"Alright." And he melts off down a corridor and Maitimo is definitely watching him go.
Well at least they are functional in spite of their drama. "...so where's your father."
"On his way." He arrives as he says that. "I'd like the language the orcs swore in, please. Everything you have in it."
"Great." And he opens the nearest door and writes on paper -
Enemy can't be redirecting backups yet. Neither he nor anyone in his service can even handle the Silmarils safely and it'd take me two decades to get anywhere on backups and I know how I made them in the first place.
He somehow learned what they can do. He must have a copy of my father.
There weren't surviving witnesses to his death. Could have taken the chip and left some other melted bit of plastic.
Not much more than 'he lived in Valinor for a hundred Years,' honestly, I was already assuming he had his fill of the political landscape. Means he certainly knows enough to guess that Nelyafinwe's useless for Silmaril reengineering which makes me a bit confused as to why he invited him to the parlay.
It is possible he thinks he has some leverage against me, Maitimo writes at that point.
They stare at each other for a solid few minutes.
If that's the reason it is now obviated but I am not sure it was, Feanaro continues.
"It is almost certainly a trap, I am inclined to not going absent confidence about what kind of trap and our ability to subvert it."
"If I were him I'd have strategic reserves, although maybe not enough of them to get everybody if we managed simultaneous evac - lightleapers can't lightleap from a planetary surface, can they -?"
"Less of an obviously terrible idea, it would make for a much more compact departure, but yeah shouldn't."
"Oh, not of the general populace, that's a hard sell. I meant so I can have ten years' of engineering work done by tomorrow."
"Oh. Or if the resurrection trick had worked there could just be a bunch of you, that'd also help, but it didn't."
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