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Confirmation reaches them in the spring that Elwing of Sirion has the Silmaril.
It takes as long as the spring only because they weren't looking. They can stretch the oath that far, they can be disinterested in knowing - but now they know, and so there it is. Elwing of Sirion is twenty-three. Half-man, so fully grown. Sirion is a city of refugees. Elves and Men and, since there are Men, children. Elwing herself has infant children.
They debate whether to send messengers. Debating is allowed, even protracted debating. The Oath, these days, is loud in their minds, and louder when they're pushing it like this, but they drag out the debate for a few months. Messengers will probably be shot on sight. The last time Elwing of Sirion received news of the House of Fëanor it would have been the news that her brothers, twins, aged seven, had not survived the sack of Menegroth.
They send messengers anyway. The messengers are shot on sight. They have good armor, Fëanorian armor, and return home injured but not lethally. Maglor's songs no longer stitch them together. War makes you worse at healing. Maglor's songs are more powerful than ever - he can knock back a wave of approaching enemies, he can make a blade's next touch deadly, he can make them faster and more impervious to danger, but he can no longer do healing.
Maedhros, when he thinks about this, thinks that perhaps there needs to be part of you that is not broken for healing spells to draw on. Or perhaps the Enemy is amused to strip that away first. Perhaps the Enemy finds it suited to the theme as the Oath tugs and yanks and twists them into violence against the lands they once defended and the peoples they once sheltered.
They send messengers to Sirion again. The messengers deliver a plea for the Silmaril, an offer of anything at all in exchange. The messengers do not return at all.
The Enemy is many many hundreds of miles from here but at night Maedhros can hear him in his head. Is it so implausible that I really let you go? the Enemy likes saying. You serve me better free than you ever would have willingly.
The Oath allows them to work slowly. They begin planning the sack of the refugee camp even more slowly than the Oath allows, so slowly that its currents are constantly tugging at them. Any slower and the currents would erode all the things they care about which are not the Oath, and it would be a disaster to go to Sirion once they've been stripped of their capacity to care about anything that is not the Silmaril. So they do not hold out forever. But they work as slowly as they can.
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imeanforever
I guess not. Um, thank you. I think that's everything, but is there a way to petition you for things even once you've revised how fairy orders work here and such?
Yes certainly! I shall build a temple to myself and then people can go there to ask for favors.
imeanforever
Will that work better than people asking you things before did? she wonders.
It will! I don't pay attention to the whole world, people might want privacy! But I can pay attention to a temple.
I can put them all over the place.
imeanforever
Sounds good.
"He's going to put temples to himself all over the place so people can ask him for things in case we forgot something. Is there anything that should not be left for that contingency?"
"He's going to put temples to himself all over the place so people can ask him for things in case we forgot something. Is there anything that should not be left for that contingency?"
"Has he set up the planet where Fëanorian dead from here forward are reembodied? Since it probably should not be this one?"
imeanforever
Oh, right, they wanted people who throw in with them to wind up on a different planet rather than this one. Is there a spare?
There are more planets in this galaxy than blades of grass in a field, and more galaxies than grains of sand on a beach.
imeanforever
Okay, can there be another planet set up nice such that people who die and prefer to wind up there afterwards instead due to affiliating with the people on it do that?
Do you want it to be a planet where sorcery works? I think that'd be more fun. And seven moons, and several other habitable planets in the solar system so you can have some fun before you've worked out interstellar travel. I'll make the main continent shaped like a star. and put a really tall mountain with a temple to me at the center.
It works some places outside Fairyland. Not Arda, obviously.
imeanforever
I noticed that. But what's making it work or not work if it's not 'presence in Fairyland'?
Sometimes the things you would call the harmonics are very messy. Sometimes they're not.
imeanforever
Oh. Well, clean harmonics on the planet would be nice and I think the rest of the design sounds good too.
Done!
imeanforever
Thanks! "He has made what sounds like a lovely entire collection of planets and sorcery's going to work there!"
Fëanor nods. "Great. I cannot think of anything else we'd require that we cannot do ourselves."
imeanforever
"...Okay."
Are there going to be weird time travel problems depending on how I release you? Also I would like to know what you're going to do to fairy orders so I know what to expect.
Are there going to be weird time travel problems depending on how I release you? Also I would like to know what you're going to do to fairy orders so I know what to expect.
I will not edit anything that you experience as earlier than this moment in the timeline. The Eldar will all become like Maedhros immune to fairy orders and unable to vassalize fairies. So will I; so will the Valar; the Dwarves might already be because of their immunity to mind-effecting magic but if not, they will as well. I don't think I will make fairy orders impossible on all of the worlds, because then you won't be able to go do interesting things and tell amazing stories there.
imeanforever
What about the Men and the Ents and the hobbits and the other Maiar?
All of the Maiar will be immune to fairy orders. I'm not sure about everyone else; I'm still looking at the stories that result.