"They just gave each other things. Valinor has - there's enough things for everybody even if no one works, because the Valar help."

"The Valar can just make things? And get rid of things that aren't wanted any more? And move them where they need to go? All without any help?"

"The Valar made Valinor. They can definitely do all those things."

"Oh."

"But eventually they decided to have money anyway for things like - singing - where there can't just be enough."

"...singing?"

"Someone sings and people come watch and you can only fit so many..."

"Oh, concerts with limited space."

"Yes. They use money for that. And maybe for places lots of people want to live."

"That makes sense."

The city gets slightly denser as they move towards where Círdan can apparently be found but honestly not that much denser.

It's farther than Nelen is used to walking. He's flagging by the end.

The capitol building is pretty but doesn't especially stand out. Faerval walks in.

He follows her, looking around anxiously.

There are Elves sitting at desks and working. "You can wait here," says one of them cheerfully, "he's in a meeting."

Nelen stands, out of the way.

Faerval sits! And pulls out a sketchbook and draws the place. 

He finds a game on his everything.

After a little while an Elf comes in from the back. He has a beard! No other Elves have observably had a beard. His goes down nearly to his waist and is silver and really shiny.

Nelen's eyes linger a moment on silver hair but then he stops staring. "Hello."

"Hello. I'm Círdan. My office is this way, please come in."

Nelen goes in.

"Faerval explained to me why she thought we should meet. I'd like to hear your account of it."

"She said that after I said that if clean Amentans found out about the portal they'd be angry at the reds in my neighborhood for finding it, and would want to meet aliens very badly."

"How many people of your planet know where this portal is?"