"Well, if I were you I'd know her and the rest of my people better than I, pretending to be you, in fact do. Options I'd consider if they seemed to dovetail well with that information do range as far up as execution and also include things like 'invite the Fëanorians to try and sentence her themselves with a full complement of evidence available from my end' - as though a very conciliatory extradition arrangement were in place. But honestly I would have tried to think of a non-alien-visitor-bird-dependent way to have nonthreatening diplomatic contact as soon as I got off the ice. They're thinking of giving you a palantir, incidentally, once they think you could prevent it from being stolen."

"My people wouldn't think justice was done if I invited them to do it. Are they really? Well, in a year or two we'll be settled somewhere more permanent. I can - I can almost certainly just talk to Fëanáro from here, it wouldn't be threatening but it doesn't seem exactly wise."

"I'd definitely advise the contact be between people relatively newly authorized to make major decisions. Who aren't related to each other. There's got to be somebody in your host and theirs who can acknowledge that at least none of the grievances are one another's individual fault and do not have family drama exacerbating the tensions. ...Some places get interesting results by encouraging their small children to play together without close adult supervision but you may not have any good way to do that safely."

He shakes his head. "Thank you. I will take that under consideration."

"You're welcome. Anything to add before I un-silence us and head back?"

"How's my nephew?"

"That's what I was going to visit the Dwarves about; they may be willing to harbor him as unfamiliar faces without keeping him a prisoner the way Círdan et al would have to. He saw a lot of continent in a few days in the air. Have an updated map -" She puts one on a piece of paper. "And a little extra tactical data -" She puts a transcript on another sheet. "He also found some Men, who I'm going to go bother as soon as I have a few days to spare."

"Is this the same information he gave his family?"

"It's cut down a little; I wasn't planning to come here today so I haven't gone through redacting personal remarks and such from all sections of the conversation. I am not feeding you falsehoods or anything that I believe will cause you to come to harm."

"Thank you. I suppose if you're giving them a scout anyway he can fly over the host. Though he should be careful; if someone wants to start a war, that'd be one hell of a way to do it."

"Rather. I'll let him know next time I talk to him." She tucks this into her notebook in the correct section.

"Thank you. You can dismiss the silence; people will be getting nervous."

"Done."

"Thank you, Loki. I appreciate the maps, your visits, and your trust in us, and I will determine whether the member of my host who served the Enemy so recklessly knew that was what she was doing. Travel safely."

"Thank you." And she inclines her head and exits the tent. Anybody loitering hoping to catch her before she flies away?

Findekáno and Irissë are no longer playing with his niece, but they're not lingering to say hello either; they're halfway across camp arguing with someone.

Off she flies.

The two camps are conveniently only a few hours apart, as the swift flies. Though more distance would be convenient for other reasons.

She lands at the gate again, waves at the guards, and turns invisible to step in.

As before, they're avoiding exposed spaces and sticking to the buildings; the camp looks almost deserted.

Loki heads for where she last saw Fëanor. Knock knock.

Curufinwë opens the door. Fëanor's in the back, carving something; he sets it down with a sigh. "Hello."

"Hello. Nolofinwë didn't call you any particularly unflattering adjectives at all and does not support the 'lost scout' story. Want to read the conversation?"

"Yes, please." He crosses the workshop to join her. "He admits it was an assassination attempt?"

"Not on his part, but hers; it looks like that to him even more than it did to me before I spoke to him. And he thinks she would have needed an accomplice, who he's trying to track down. If I can have another look at the bow to bring back a carefully matched illusion that might be helpful."