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 work for Finwë as an advisor, write histories, and was when Bella arrived primarily the person who managed relations with the Vanyar, a position I stepped down from because I didn't want to be away as often as it would require. It is possible that in your world I didn't step down, and if there were diplomatic crises in progress that I was in Valmar; if it is unlikely that I'd have been needed more there, it might be relevant where Finwë was and what he was doing. I should probably just ask it of this Fëanáro.
Probably not. ...I'm not even sure who their mom is, she hasn't come up.
I wouldn't put it past her. Her name's Nerdanel and she does the most amazing sculptures.
She, uh. Didn't come with us to Formenos, let alone out of Valinor.
Bella is in one piece and smiles at him and sets about the project of catching up on her old notes so she doesn't have to re-reverse-engineer so much.
And after a few hours, "okay, he taught me this world's science and I taught him the basics with magic, as much as I could without anything to show, and this world has science starships and he's trying to build one!"
"Ooh, science starships, that sounds exciting! Are there specific stars he wants to be at?"
"No, just Venus, but that's a planet, not a star. It turns out that the Noldor can't live forever outside Valinor, we start to fade, which means we interact with the world less and less. He's a little bit faded. He's scared for when he'll be too faded to write. He invented a thing that fixes it but people kept stealing them because they were mean and awful and now two of them are lost forever and one's on Venus and we're going to go get that one."