Your father told me he wasn't that smart. Maybe he's not, but Thauron is. If I seem relaxed in the dialogue mind I was speaking entirely out of illusions emanating from a rock he was holding and my capacity for sarcasm is one of the last things to go.
If I had little to no strategic value yes. As things stand no, he can't have me in that or any capacity; I'd be trading you for the decade, not for time to actually think. I don't know your actual strategic value and it does not, here, belong to me to compute. I don't know what your city is worth, I don't know how hard it would be to string your father along for a decade saying I hadn't happened to visit you until he gets me my eidetic memory and has no choice but to take every science book I can throw at him, I don't know how much you care about orcs who would presumably continue to spend the duration of their painless time trying to kill everyone you love. I don't know if I should have asked you. But I would have wanted to be asked. So I did.
If you tell me you wouldn't go if this were reality I won't take you there. I know better. I am sure you can lie to me convincingly if you decide you want to do that, of course.
If it's reality I don't know enough about you. If you really think you can win this in thirty years then reconciliation with my cousins doesn't feature in any important calculus, that is not going to be decisive, and I don't have skillsets relevant to building either impossible memory artifacts or city-destroying bombs either faster or with greater certainty. If it's reality the question is 'can you lie to my father for long enough' and I don't know you.
It's a lot of ifs. Ten years for the eidetic memory and that's if singing to reality can grab information lost to my mind but present in another reality not habitually sung to, if his estimate's right, if he lives that long, he was dying when I got here and something could get him more thoroughly next time. From there it's things like - can they find a uranium mine, or whatever it turns out they need which might not be a uranium mine because I don't remember. Would a nuke so much as inconvenience a Vala, they can build cylindrical planets, they can manufacture tardy suns, maybe tanking that kind of energy is easy. I'm not putting all my bets on it. It would work fastest if it works. There are a dozen reasons it could simply not.
Plan B is learn to teleport, go back to my galaxy, buy destruction off the shelf until something sticks and everybody in the business wants to know what I'm trying to kill, maybe if I'm really desperate go grab the Tesseract in my bare fucking hand again because that would sure as fuck do it if the thing felt cooperative a second time. If their hatred takes the form of making it inconvenient for me to do that, yes, otherwise no it would just make me sad and I can pare down the resulting fits of distress into a rounding error timing-wise.
I also don't think I can volunteer but we can probably get around that.
I can make observations about the course I'd pursue if I thought this were real and wasn't bound not to give in to that kind of pressure. And since I don't think this is real, I'm not impeded from agreeing with you. And you could fix this entirely by promising that if I did this you'd return the Silmarils or something. But I don't think if he'd asked me, and I believed it was a real choice, I'd be free to make it.
...do I have the full story on the deal with the Silmarils? I mean, I don't have any particular use for the Silmarils myself so I'm not going to hang onto them should they fall into my possession, but I'm pretty optimistic that their purpose can be substituted so I have no independent reason to prioritize ferrying them anywhere...
We're committed to retrieving them. Mostly because my father needs costlier signals of trust when he's under more pressure and the destruction of our home and death of our grandfather was a ton of pressure. But partially because he's less optimistic than you that their purpose can be substituted, and we are desperate to someday live outside the Valar's power. Anyway, it's rarely relevant because I have full freedom of action on anything that helps the war effort. It only matters here because this pretty clearly hurts the war effort by a hard-to-discern amount in exchange for helping orcs.
Come to think of it I don't know what this will do to my ability to suborn them.
I'm not confident that is what is going on, but it's possible.
...we should also expect that what he'll do, if we do this, is go to my family and swear he's being truthful and then share the contents of your previous conversation and whichever one you have when you hand me over.
He'd just show up like that? I was assuming there was probably a reason that the heavy hitters didn't just routinely waltz into key settlements and obliterate them and I was assuming it was enough reason that he didn't have effective free communication lines to your family.
Coaxing them into communicating would be easier, especially if I'd just died under mysterious circumstances. In general my family knows enough that they'd stop listening the instant he opened his mouth, but I have some reckless stupid relatives.
Ugh. I was told nobody had ever killed a Balrog, either. They're both Maiar, I don't know how much Maiar vary, can I just go kill the fucker - still can't get any frost powers working but I've got my usual and songs -
Maiar vary from 'forest spirit that gives this spring minor healing powers' to, well, Thauron. Or Ossë or Uinen. Melian's up there. You might be able to pick a fight with him and live, but I don't think you'd win it. Also, at a guess, werewolves being ridiculously easy to kill and then obediently leading you to him suggests more that he wanted to spend a few werewolves getting your guard down than that they're actually useless. Challenging him in his home territory does not strike me as wise.
Would he have known where the Men were going to show up and been waiting for them?
He did have a weird invisibility curtain thing set up but I don't know how long that would take.
The question isn't is he good at them, it's is he fast at them, enough that I shouldn't assume he's been lying in wait building up power for a few hundred years in the future birthplace of Men, who are by the way very weird to talk to at age three weeks appearance Midgardian young adult.