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'll definitely speak Quenya to you, then," she says in same. "It's a beautiful language and it would be a shame to lose it."
"My sister was so thrilled by Tirion," she says wistfully. "She loves beautiful things, she was so happy living among Quendi."
"Yeah. Built a new city, called it Formenos, it was beautiful too. We--Tyelcormo and I--we had a house there."
"They let him out? And didn't - didn't even supervise him enough to make sure he wasn't -"
"He was being subtle, in their defense, I don't think they knew subtle was in his repertoire."
"Yeah, no, when I heard about him and what he'd done and that he'd been let out my reaction was basically, 'um.'"
"No. Imliss might have met him, she spent more time in Tirion-proper than I did, but if so she didn't mention him."
"He was a prisoner at Utumno - he went around blind, borrowing people's eyes by osanwë, till I could arcane-heal him, he wasn't sure of the Valar's reembodiment process, I don't know how long he'd have kept the scars without me there - he's one of Finwë's advisors and even before I got there he was sort of trying to make up for how desperately inadequate Fëanáro's parenting was -"
"He's great. Maybe yours is even still alive, if you didn't notice him with everyone the Valar were mad at... if he stayed in Valinor..."
"I had these things you could put on your ear and use to talk to people in the Outer Lands, so people could talk to their friends and family there. I don't know that it's a good idea - your Rúmil won't know me - but he might be alive, he might be able to tell us more about what happened after you died -"
"Maybe. I don't know how much people in Valinor are informed about stuff happening not in Valinor."