This is not Idaia's closet.
It's something weird.
That could be either a really good thing or a really bad thing.
She probably wasn't going to succeed at what she needed to succeed at anyway; worth the gamble.
She steps inside.
"I don't know that they'll want to go to Valinor any more than I do but I imagine you could meet them schedules permitting!"
"They've got stuff to do here and I don't know how long you were imagining visiting."
"Right now most of them are learning wizardry. One of them has a job fairly far away though, and needs to clear it with his employers if he wants to be up here."
"Uh, one of them's married to the person who let me into the world, and they're adorable."
"Yeah. And one of them's an absolutely jawdropping singer, I am pretty sure that's not just me being a human talking - and the youngest ones are twins - and they've all got names, what am I thinking not telling you their names -" She does that.
"Nerdanel, but she's not here, she's still in the local Valinor..."
"Some people did go with, but not her and not their Rúmil and this was thirty thousand years ago and a lot's happened since then so right now it's just Fëanor and his kids and the one daughter-in-law and her sister."
"Summon-style interdimensional transit is next on the list," she assures them. "Just wanted to get the earwires handled first so you'd know what was going on, I think the note Fëanáro said he left may have not been the most informative."
"I was really worried he'd come get me in Materia, I had a bunch of language books around to distract him - but we're safe here."