"I did not identify you via guest list, so it would have been challenging."

"I go by Annatar, these days. Means 'Lord of Gifts.' Did Maitimo point you out for me? He has a gift for that."

"I don't think we met in Valinor," Maitimo says. 

"Oh, not in Valinor, dear, I had your soul. We were good friends."

"Wow that's creepy," Cam says.

"I am just trying to make you feel better about your life choices."

"It's working, actually."

He smiles broadly. "Good! I assume you cannot fork me but the outcome of this week's debates will someday be very relevant for my children."

...

"Shall we go," Maitimo says.

"You two complement each other," Thauron says, looking between them.  

"Oh, for the love of - I swear I have not seen Cam in seven years, didn't particularly miss him, am confident he felt the same, and have never had any interactions with him that were not about war logistics."

"I wasn't going to be jealous, dear, you don't even remember me."

Cam is not even going to ask how that works with an upload because the answer is certainly 'horribly as all fuck'.

They walk off. Maitimo's shaking. He recovers after a few seconds. "Well. Now you know what face he's wearing today. I do not really want to continually identify him by having interactions with him, but."

"If I have to conjure one-inch-tall replicas of whatever body he's wearing on any occasion it is conceivable I might encounter him I can do that instead."

"Why don't you do that instead. I was going to go to the talk on stillborn children and chip problems; unless you want to ruin our perfect record of talking exclusively about war logistics I'll leave you here."

"Yeah, I was going to the one on long term population projections. Later."

Lightleapers: make long term population much less of a concern. Are they likely to run out of demons interested in being summoned if they span a hundred planets in a thousand years?

Probably not. The perennial problem of demons being difficult to pay remains but Elves seem likely to be uniquely good at producing commissioned art that the demons could not possibly get any other way.

Elves would delightedly do that. There have not actually been any demons other than Cam summoned yet because of concerns about making it obvious that this society had demon-aided resurrection. 

Yeah, that's definitely worth some caution. Maybe they want to do nonrandom summons and vet their demons via remote correspondence first, at least until the information leaks some other way.

This idea is discussed and meets with general approval. The conference includes meals, or in Cam's case just a menu, and everyone breaks for dinner and discussion. 

Mmmm, menu.

And does he want to be seated next to random people or does he want to join anyone in particular? Maitimo and FIndekano are at the same table with some orcs, some Dwarves and Ossiriand's new Prime Minister.

Eh, he'll sit with the people he knows.

They wave him over. The food's delicious. The conversation is fast-paced and covers most of the day's talks and there's not even a second's glares or pauses or recognition between the two Noldorin nations' respective crown princes. One would think they'd met today.

That is so much better than constant drama!

Makes for more pleasant conversation for everyone else, certainly! When dessert's served Thauron walks across the room toward them.

"Cam," Maitimo says, "can you summon my father's project undying prototype 11, has a button, and push it?"

"...uh, what is it?"