"...the relevance is lost on me." Does 'this society has radio' mean 'I am Macalaurë'?

"Means I can save him some time, probably a lot of it."

Yes, Maitimo says. Tell him I said to come over.

"Cool. He says you should come over."

"I'd be delighted. Where are we going?"

Where just outside the city?

"Actually now I got it."

I sent Macalaure a mental map because I can't send you one, comes the message a bit later, and Macalaure points him to it. It's a clear, empty space. 

There they go. Plink go raindrops on Cam's wing.

"Hello," Maitimo says. "Will you build this into a concert hall? I have the designs all here though Macalaure should look over them to make sure they're adequate. My people are going to be desperately unhappy living in this city. I'd love it if bombers could only superficially damage it, and the top is designed to look already thoroughly bombed out. I think I did the acoustics right," he says to his brother, "but I don't have a computer here so I was going from memory."

Macalaure looks at it. "Says he with the memory magically extended to fit a million biographies into it."

"You took as many copies of that as I did."

They hug. 

"Concert hall coming right up." Cam tweaks the materials a little for shielding purposes and proceeds to make the requested building.

Maitimo claps his hands delightedly. "Thank you! Presumptuous, I guess, but I already booked it for the next week. It'll be good for morale. Do we have an air force?"

"All fueled up and everything," Cam confirms.

"Lovely. Then I think I can delegate the rest of support in the Falas. They're on board with evacuation as soon as we have a plan to make it safe and a carefully unescalated war in the meantime, and the President's too reasonable to require much scheming around. And they'll be charmed by Tyelcormo and in between songs on the radio you can do some subtle propaganda for me, Cáno?" Macalaure's shaking his head in amusement. Maitimo continues. "Can you do eggs that'll grow up into not-mentally-abnormal chickens because if you can that's the food shortage mostly sorted in a less dramatic way, the main quality-of-life things we identified were making the bomb shelters prettier and giving everyone necklaces..."

"I can do fertilized eggs, yes, as long as you can wait twenty-one days for them to hatch, if I start them any later than that they hatch into demonic chickens, or possibly don't hatch because they're too stupid to hatch."

"Is a demonic chicken less exciting than it sounds? We can wait twenty-one days. If you set up incubators for them we won't even have to do much work."

"'Demonic' is the word for mindless animals, it's only basement-dwellers if they look like people. And yes, I can also incubate the eggs, where do you want them?"

"Would it be faster to put the roads down first, if we're expanding the city? Roads here, university campus on these three blocks, incubate eggs, some nice restaurants across from the concert hall, here are the plans. We're going to start teaching sixteenth century science, I don't think lecture halls are excessively escalatory."

"Have you got blueprints for these all ready?"

"I've got the layout, someone was supposed to bring the blueprints of each building - all the blessings in the world won't make my memory compare favorably to a computer's - but yes, we have everything ready."

"Cool, I'll go put everything in."

And he collects all the plans and looks them over and gets into the air to install things.

"You're fantastic," Maitimo says when he lands. "Also I did resist the urge to tell medical to figure out our biology so I can have wings but it took a heroic exertion of willpower. And they have other good reasons to figure our our biology. Alright, everything needed in the Falas is in motion, do you have a next destination in mind?"

"Was thinking going and getting probably shot at by Dwarves but it's not like they're expecting me, you want to preempt that?"

"Only if there's another place where it's useful to set the same things we have here in motion. Not Doriath, our running strategic assessment is that they have an arrest order out for everyone who took part in Alqualonde and everyone who provides them aid and comfort. I guess you could check if we're correct about that. If you want to get shot by Dwarves I can certainly entertain myself here for a few more days, I just wouldn't be doing anything that cannot be done by a team of ten other people."

"I haven't visited any Brithombar-comparable places but I'm happy to investigate some - if they have radio, though, is the news bouncing around, or am I secret?"

"At the moment we're going to be credited with all your achievements, not because I've been lying outright but because I've mentioned we're here, mentioned the achievements - well, some of them - and not sourced them to you. If you want to go on the radio at the next hourly and be interviewed you can. Well, with the translator, very few people speak Quenya on this planet."

"I have no need for fame here, just wondering if other Elf communities will be really surprised when I show up or not. I'm happy to take consultation on my itinerary."