Close enough. She looks for Elves to ask directions of there.

There are Elves staffing their airfield.

An illusion walks up to one of them. "Excuse me."

The Elf has a gun. Their hand goes to their gun. "This is a secure area. Please step back."

The illusion takes a step back. "This is really important, can you just escalate me as high as you're authorized to escalate me to or do you have to try shooting me first?"

"I am sure they're observing. More steps, please."

"I'm not actually here." It goes see-through. "Short version I'm a visitor from another world, I can teleport, I'd like to know where to find one of your people who's in osanwë distance of Curufin, so I can speak weird languages with him eavesdropping, till I can talk to someone important."

She looks torn, briefly. Then - "if you teleport with me three miles from here you'll be out of a secure area and we will remain in range for any communications that should reach our leadership to do so."

"Sure, is any direction equally good?"

"Any direction removes us from the secure area."

"If this lands you in a pond, that's your own fault," she says, and she teleports them both three miles north.

It doesn't land them in a pond, just some bombed-out ground. The Elf holsters her gun and crosses her arms.

"I speak Quenya but never learned Thindarin and will be turning my translator off for the language demo, if you need to talk to me and Quenya's too illegal wave your arm or something," Loki says, and she starts declaiming Asgardian poetry, then switches to Jotuntongue, which she has been learning the long way.

The Elf watches her for a while. Eventually waves her arm.

"Yes?" says Loki, switching back to Allspeak.

"What do you want exactly?"

"In the short term a galaxy a ways away needs some help, in the medium term I can solve all your problems but depending on some stuff I might do it faster if the thing with the other galaxy shakes out well."

"Can you expand on that."

"The details are sensitive intel and you are a rando I am talking to because I found you near an eight pointed star."

"I could get you a Dwarf phone. And then you can talk to Lord Curufin if you want him particularly."

"Maedhros would be fine too although come to think of it I don't know how available he is here and now, Curufin's just the one who can do the language thing."

"I am sure Lord Maedhros would be delighted to speak with you," she says. "Our people are looking for a Dwarf phone for you now."

"I have not used a Dwarf phone before. What's up with them?"

"They can be used by people who do not have the communications system common to Elves."

"Makes sense."