"The space ones can have him. There's enough of them to keep him occupied, too.

I'm sorry. I know I'm not really being very reasonable about the whole thing."

"My first inclinations wouldn't be reasonable if it were me either."

"I asked Findekáno to go land on some planet where we have an embassy and have been being lobbied to step in on one side or the other of the local civil war, be careful and figure out what to do, and he asked me how, since he had free will now, I meant to make sure he did as I wished."

"My alt would have him swear to take all the King's ends as his own until he returned home and chained himself to the wall again. When I got over being very upset I was mostly annoyed at my alt for being so lazy, it's not as if it's hard to delegate your goals without any mind-control -"

"Presumably he did it other ways with other people?"

"One assumes. The kingdom's adequately run, it's not the sort whose king I'd be tempted to assassinate if I didn't know."

Nod. "Well. I suppose I can go pick up Evil Fëanor now if we're not waiting on anything in particular there. Do we have any inklings on a procedure for the other dead Evil Elves, or...?"

"If we don't give anyone on the planet interdimensional travel flat Ardas are not all that close to developing it with our native magic, I asked my father once in curiosity and he thought it'd have taken him a hundred Years - then they're probably better off alive than in Mandos and can't make things much worse for anyone else. I am worried about how my alt intends to maintain his handle on power when the people he assassinated to arrive at it are back, but maybe the Valar will for once be justified in saying the reembodied have to stay in Valinor..."

"What a mess," mutters Loki.

"I know I shouldn't even joke about the merits of the black hole solution."

"At least not in front of Cam."

He flinches. "Wouldn't dream of it. When we met - he looked - reminded me of the time you came to ask me if I'd hand myself back over -"

He hugs her. "It's one of the things I admire most about you. It's - I used to think it was literally just my family, actually, who'd get handed an awful tradeoff and make it -"

Hug. "Nope. We can do it too. It's tremendous fun, isn't it?"

"More worlds. More magic systems. Someday we will be close enough to omnipotent that it will never ever be necessary again." And then he might not want to keep existing, but.

Nod.

"Want to drop my evil father off among his space alts?"

"Yeah. Sure." Sigh.

She pops off to Evil Arda to see if Mandos requires much convincing to cough him up.

Mandos is worried that he'll react badly to anyone disagreeing with any of his behavior, particularly if they try to actually punish him for it.

"I think he'll get along with his alts well enough, and they get along with the rest of us well enough."

All right. And here is a live Feanáro, blinking.

Loki teleports him the two hops to Space Arda without further ado.

Space Feanors have been apprised of this and are happy to sit him down at a computer, hand him a stacked perception spell so he can catch up faster, and start talking at him.