"Do you think something'd go wrong if I wish for omniscience?"

"Probably."

"Curufin can wish for perfect knowledge of what would happen if I wished for omniscience?"

"...look, I understand the appeal but I do not think this is a really productive avenue. I am sure you can get cool divinatory powers but please don't try to overload the information handling of the only wish granting system I have."

"You think I'd break your wish-granting? What are the limitations on it?"

"Vague. The evil aliens I got it from did not invent it, they found it, and I know what tolerances they had it operating under but not how much I can stretch them past that."

"I would probably be satisfied with just knowing everything anyone who has ever lived knew."

"That seems like a massive privacy violation."

"All procedural and semantic, rather than episodic, knowledge?"

"...still seems like a massive privacy violation, if less of one."

"In some manner that doesn't permit connecting the skills and information to the source?"

"I'm still not sure the wish system can handle this and you'd have to word it carefully, especially if what you actually want underlying the wording is something more omniscient than that. You could mull it over and get back to me?"

"I'll have a good wording by the time I get you a solution for witches. Though I hear your wish was 'fix everything'."

"And if the fluffs had been on the ball they would not have granted that one! And it was more like 'chance to fix everything', it didn't fix everything in one go."

"Seems like it was wisely granted, but all right. Go away, we're working."

She raises an eyebrow at Bella and then pops them away.

"Poor library cart. Okay, my inclination with the crown is that if he asks where the Silmarils are I say I assumed he wasn't endorsing theft, is that a little much?"

"Might be. Maybe that Finwe's son took them to return to his father, who died trying to keep them from the Enemy."

"It looked more like Finwë's son took them to become piecemeal omnipotent with, but yeah, I guess being chronologically vague might do it."

"Hope he's a good person for it."

"Me too."

"So far all the Noldor have turned out better than expected, so that's something. And the prince seems inclined to keep his cousins in check? That's the sense I got, anyway..." 

Pop. Doriath.

Where Bella manages not to look very passive-aggressive as she offers Morgoth's crown to Thingol.

He looks suspiciously between it and her. 

"Well." he says. "All right. I can have rooms set for the two of you here in Menegroth."

"That will be convenient for when we visit," Bella says, "thank you."