"It's admittedly challenging to reliably hedge out telekinetic thieves."

"I can still try to have it done by then but they seem particularly likely to be telekinetically thieved, being extremely pretty and exciting and so forth."

"Well, everything would be boxed up - letters go missing through Fairyland, they just take stuff in case it's good stuff."

"...we can also just summon fairies and angels whenever a concordance with Limbo is coming up for them and give them lots of stuff, right?"

"There's a process to get stuff on the trains and it's more elaborate in non-Hell worlds because they can't just figure it all out digitally and then conjure the train at the last minute."

"Okay. I will trust you with the process once I have a result worth the space it'll take up. Silmarils don't take up much space, but still."

"I can probably multi-track it, people are delighted about light leapers and I should be able to convert that into extra space on the train for multiple packages and then one will probably get through.'

"Thank you." Back to the screen. "Maitimo says I shouldn't tell you to go away I'm busy. Though he conceded it was infinitely better than 'you're dismissed, I'm busy' and that learning social finesse was not among the immediate best uses of my time."

"You can tell me to go away, it's fine." Cam goes away.

Unless he wants to see anyone else in this city he's gotten through its requests list and could go on to the other one.

So he goes.

Other Noldorin city-in-design-stage. It has a King Cam hasn't met. Findekano's father. It has a very neatly and usefully organized requests list and then notes that pharmacology's finally been sorted, here's how to get it, could they have this new lightleaper design that's better for surveying.

Sure, however many they like.

"Thirty. Thank you. There's space to park them on the map."

And now they are parked.

"That's the whole of our requests list. Are you planning to stick around on Endore?"

"Probably. In orbit maybe."

"Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome."

"I did not get the sense you were running around looking for absolution but - better than I expected, so far. If this is really it it was worth it."

"Thanks."

He doesn't say anything else.

Cam goes around making things for people. And when there is a lull in people wanting things he goes and makes himself a cozy little space station and he moves in and he sleeps for the first time in a while.

Fëanáro gets partial replicas of the terraforming capacity of the Silmarils up and running and making bushes dense with berries. The Noldor have children for the first time since the start of the war. Hell's library isn't censored on Endore and maybe someday divine decree will be taken less seriously.

That'd be nice. They can get library updates occasionally; the curators produce particular files of 'changes since...'.

Cam secures enough train space to have Silmarils and Silmaril-related equipment sent to Limbo care of each of his parents and one of his mom's foster kids and Norman Borlaug.