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.

And off Loki goes back to Vanda Nossëo.

Maedhros smiles weakly at her. "Thanks. Hopefully we don't regret it."

"Hopefully," she sighs.

"I thought the violent crime was a consequence of my alt being evil but apparently it was even higher in Valinor."

"Crime rate is not the only thing I'd worry about, but - yeah. Something is wrong with that world."

"Should we be keeping people away on the chance it's contagious over enough time?"

"...possible. It is the only place we have to hop through on the way to Aurum... and it doesn't seem to have done Elspeth any harm, at least not harm of that nature... but it doesn't have much to recommend it as a tourist destination, to be sure."