"Why don't I tell my father eight weeks but I'll let you know if I want to return early."

Good luck. Be careful.

"Let's go!"

And Loki puts them in Alqualondë.

It's beautiful. Jaw-droppingly, breathtakingly, beautiful. Lúthien stands there stunned for several minutes and she grew up in Menegroth. There are white cliffs that dwindle down to rolling white sand, and there are houses and docks there, and everything is more vividly colored than in Beleriand.

Ooh, Loki's so glad she has more colors now. "Oh wow," she breathes.

And they cautiously approach the city. A few people come out to greet them after a while, warily.

"Hello," Loki says.

"Hello. You are-"

"I'm Loki, and this is Lúthien. Ulmo said it would be all right if we visited."

Wary nods. "Olwë would like to meet his niece."

"Where is he?"

They gesture back towards the city. "We've just told him that you've arrived."

"Thank you." Pause. To Lúthien: "Is this mutually intelligible with your language? That only just occurred to me."

"Not quite," she says, "but we've been osanwë-ing a bit, we'll make up the gaps - I suppose we had thousands of years to diverge..."

"I can translate if you like for a bit, but it's so gorgeous here I'd never forgive myself if I didn't fly around."

"No," she says, "go, they're a bit nervous around you anyway and we can definitely communicate enough."

The scenery is patiently commanding of her attention. Maedhros thought that his mother would likeliest be living with her father among the Aulendil, in the foothills north of Tirion.

Mmm? Ah, hello?

Hello. I am extremely confusing and don't know where to start, please interrupt me to ask questions if you want the information in a different order than I'm presenting it. My name's Loki. I'm from another universe, landed here by accident, have been mucking around in the war overseas. Your family's alive except Ambarto. Maitimo suggested I come talk to you about some things.

Do the Valar know you're here?