Yeah, but given how profoundly precocious he was I figured it was worth checking. Like, in a 'he knew what he was going to want when the time came' way, probably, but still

Nah, didn't come up. Although Olórin did mention when he was giving me pleasant Fëanáro-related prophecies that there was a sigil of his house and it appeared on things far in the future.

I wonder how long that lasted.

Don't know.

I wonder how long it's been. It bothers Idaia that she doesn't know. Any way of finding out by magic, that you know of?

If I invent a spell for it, probably, but it sounds difficult and I'm not sure it would be useful for anything other than finding out that one thing.

Depending on how it worked it might also be able to find out what happened to Melkor and everyone.

One that did that would be harder.

Okay, well, I don't know enough about magic to guess these things.

It's sort of hard to summarize but you get a feel for it over time.

Huh, okay.

Like, coming out of high school and being talented at wizardry but not a budding epic or anything, I knew a spell to cast if I ever fell from a height that would see me safely to the ground; and for Fëanáro's birthday I turned that into a bounce spell that he could use to jump over buildings and it was adorable; and eventually with that and some air manipulation I could fly; and building an airship would involve that plus the physical airship plus principles of enchantment. I learned a cantrip to detect magic and developed that into a more detailed magic sense when I knew enough to break out of specific spells and I never got farther than detecting magic that was present and active; it'd be the same school of magic to learn how long ago an event happened but naively I will have a temporal range limit I have to stretch out gradually and it'd be harder to also incorporate more information about the things I'm divining...

Okay, that makes sense.

Flying's great. Unfortunately it's conspicuous and in spite of Fëanáro's suggestions I never invented invisibility.

Aww, shame. Oh, you know what we should do? Go sailing at night, you can take off from the boat once we're far enough out no one's likely to see.

Ooh.

I love sailing, there's just something about the ocean that's so--perfect.

I've never sailed recreationally, but I did spend a while living on an island off the Valian coast and I took a boat there. Fëanáro stowed away, his parents came after him and they had a screaming fight and dragged him back - I convinced them later to let him come out again -

Poor Feanaro.

Not very well parented.

Probably not as badly as when his mother died.

Mine's lived.

Yeah, I mean, yours probably got parenting at least a little better than Idaia's.

Probably. I made myself useful on a few counts there.

Pity you didn't both land in the same Valinor.