"Well, the eyesight is really nothing to sneeze at," Cam says, blinking through his invisible goggles.

"True! We've been selling those for a fortune on the galactic market in order to pay the salaries of the people we need to sort low-tech planets - disease and agricultural yields, that's usually most of it, but it's a different problem everywhere..."

"Yeah, I noticed almost none of my medical training applied to Elves, and this world seems really crowded by comparison, it's probably not even all humanoids."

"It is not. Loki's a frost giant - those are humanoid, but just barely, twelve feet tall and blue and only exist in terrifyingly cold temperatures. At first all our nice healing spells were humanoid only." 

"Wow, I had only a very vague mental image of this person but it was not a twelve foot tall mental image."

"She usually looks more humanoid. She only goes blue when she's fighting fire things and she was raised Asgardian and enspelled to look conventional for that."

"I will resume imagining she is not twelve feet tall, then! When do I get my audience?"

"Want to head over now?"

"Oh, I didn't realize she was interruptible."

"She's with Maitimo and I have special Maitimo-interrupting privileges. And I expect they'll both be very excited to meet you and in a good mood about saving a hundred million people tomorrow morning."

"Awesome. Fëanáro, you okay to be stranded here?"

"I'm picking up the local magic," he says, "and then I won't be. Good skill."

"Thanks! All right, all set to go interrupt."

Pop. 

They're in a meeting room on Jotunheim. It's very very cold. Both of the other people in the room look up at them. 

"This is Cam," Findekáno says. "He is visiting from another dimension which had its own Melkor who is still around to be murdered if anyone's so inclined, though he did swear an oath not to hurt any more people. In exchange for Valinor being fed to a black hole. Cam, these are Loki and Maitimo."

"- ah," says Cam, snapping his fingers and pointing at Loki, "ah-hah -"

"...yes?"

Cam pulls up a photo on his computer. "And this is Queen Iobel of Marlatia! Who is an alt of me!"

"Oh," Findekáno says. "Then I guess you are the most interesting person I've ever met after all, on a technicality. Do I owe you a Silmaril?"

"That won't be necessary."

"When you say 'an alt of you' -"

"I mean Iobel's Maitimo took like, what, fiiiive minutes of conversation to determine that apparently physical resemblance is not the end-all be-all of Being An Alternate Universe Version Of Somebody and then my and Iobel's parents matched and three questions etcetera etcetera."

This Maitimo is watching Cam a little warily. Findekáno comes over and sits next to him and starts explaining the rest over osanwe.

"- the parents match?"

"Mine and Iobel's do but if yours are twelve feet tall and blue..."

"Depends on whether you mean birth parents or adoptive." Illusions.