There were a few minor disputes among the Men last time you were out - I left notes in your room but I will have them delivered to your new one, wherever it is - the sort of problems you'd expect from people not accustomed to such close quarters, complaints about leaving uneaten food in hallways, things like that. I haven't learned all the names and I meant to do that by the time they were all here. I should send a courier to Macalaurë now rather than in three weeks, in case the Enemy is prompted by our haste to his own.
I'll address the disputes if they haven't been sorted out already. They will not expect you to know all their names; I have a census in my notes because I can't reliably remember all their names. I am not going to write a letter tonight but I think your family is less offended by irregular communication than your cousins, or at least Findekáno.
The only thing my memory is that good on is spell pieces, which are engraved indelibly in my head via Tesseract-given supernatural power - I tried osanwëing a letter to Lúthien and she received it but it didn't click.
Somebody could maybe use one of my spells if they could at least mostly memorize several thousands of pages of otherwise contentless-to-them information. It's no wonder that regular sorcerers work in lower-fidelity chunks, nothing else would be tractable.
It might, and then it'd just be a question of transmission time. ...In spite of everything I'm a little hesitant to open that can of worms.
I'd give out, say, the healing spells without hesitation - but I am pretty sure that if I spend long enough picking at it I can make a spell to do absolutely anything and I can't be sure that I wouldn't pass that along too, if someone else had the alphabet and remembered and understood it the way I do.
Yeah. I'm not guaranteeing it will never look like the best plan, just - way scarier than teaching people how to build nukes.
My powers are not cosmic at this time. They'll take a while to get that way.
Dead Men aren't in Mandos. We need to get them back. Dead Elves and orcs are in Mandos and he will object to a rescue. The orcs will still be sworn to enmity with us. Eru might have other pet projects like this, might have thousands of them. My father would have a decided tendency to put all of those on his personal priorities list and not even consider whether any of them could be done in parallel, but some of them we only get one shot at and I've always thought of that tendency as one of his profound weaknesses.
I know. Believe me, I know. I offered to try teaching Sigyn once, though without the probably necessary benefit of telepathy - but the threshold of trust is astronomical -
You don't have a mechanism for trust in the way I mean. You have a mechanism for - nondistrust.