It does, yeah. We could try it tonight, actually, maybe; there's a pretty good chance there's a tribe somewhere within range of where I've been gathering.

If Findekáno's amenable.

Mmhmm. I'll ask.

He's tired again. He lies back down.

She finishes eating and heads out. Firewood; a few late pumpkins for the pantry; a group of giant boar, a portion of one put aside to bring to the Feanoreans in the morning, the rest for Findekáno's host. It takes her a couple tries to work out the right conditions to teleport to them, but in fairly short order she's in the mountains.

Where they're taking their people to safety.

Um?

There were orcs. Think the fighting's over now.

...orcs?

I can do defensive traps, if that'll help.

There were almost a hundred thousand, you'd need a lot of traps. 

We won, but my little brother's dead.

Hug. Very hug.

Yeah.

I...

Do you have a burial ritual? Is there anything you need for it?

We do. Thank you. We're singing, hear it?

She nods. She leans.

He sings.

After a little while, she joins in.

They will sing for a week; doesn't mean they won't do anything else. They establish a safe camp and kill off remaining orcs.

She explains that her basic trap spell won't be phased by large numbers of orcs, and that she can make tents arrowproof, and offers to teleport stones into place for walls.

All of those things sound useful.

She does them. Very thoroughly, for all that she returns to Findekáno for more hugs every so often.

It's touching, how sad she is about the death of someone she never met.

Yeah, something like that.

I should go give your scouts a new return spell, the old ones definitely don't work now - do you think you'll be staying here for a while?

Probably not longer than a month.

Nod. Long enough not to bother with anything tricky, though. All right, I'll be right back.

She does that, and then stops by the cave.