Loki consults Bar.

Eventually:

"I can't leave the bar for my world to fetch anything or anyone without the door closing and losing me access to the place. Bar doesn't know if I can teleport to your world or not from mine, but Milliways itself will not cooperate with the spell."

"That's annoying. Is there anyone in earshot of where you came in?"

"No, not even if I break out the earsplitting audio illusions."

"Annoying. I could hold the door open and you could lean into my world to see if the teleporting works," she suggests.

"Bar thinks this may not work because time's paused in my world but that it's safe to try."

Odette goes over to the door and opens it.

Loki steps out and -

"Nope, can't get home from here."

"Damn."

"Yeah, sorry."

"Not your fault," she sighs. "...I'm half tempted to suggest that I could hold the door for a while while you went and killed Sauron in melee combat but that's probably a terrible idea on many levels."

"I'm tempted but it was actually kinda close and this Sauron may have tricks I don't expect."

"And he's likely to be in Angband right now."

"And I can't teleport to people, only places, I designed the spell kind of hastily and haven't edited that in yet, so I'd have to find him even to teleport him out to some more neutral battlefield."

"...How confident are you in your ability to be in Angband for a few moments without getting killed or worse?"

"...Haven't tried it. I'd be a surprise but it's a Vala's turf and he's probably got good reaction time. I'm not invulnerable."

"Yeah. Worth asking. Considering. Prisoners."

"Yep."

"I didn't even know it was possible to hate someone so much, before I met Maedhros."

"After the first time I fought him an approximately-neutral Maia called Thuringwethil said that when he tried to take form -" Illusion. A wolf taking a step, shattering to bits. "For several years."

"...Morgoth?"

"Sauron. I dueled him twice and had to fly away the first time, but he wasn't in great shape afterwards. D'you want to see the fight where I killed him?"

"Yes, please."

Visual aids! Cinematic perspectives donated to her eidetic memory by Elf-eyed supervision! Sauron getting his ass kicked!

It's beautiful. Odette is enthralled.

And finally Illusion Loki, armor half slagged but in otherwise perfect health, pops out of a fissure as it snaps closed and the battlefield is still.