She's asleep when the quake hits. But not for very long.
Loki pokes the Tesseract.
I am not a toy, it tells her.
Sigh. Unpoke. No luck from my source.
It is very proud of my spell and says that I am 0.3% of the way to being as good as another space stone. It has not registered an opinion on me sharing the alphabet or my work therewith.
I'm probably going to actually focus more on things that are outside the Tesseract's specialty, since it's letting me carry it around and use it for things. Next is still resurrection.
Of people in general. I'd like to avoid having to have more conversations with Mandos, apparently Ents just cease to exist altogether when they die, there are people in this galaxy too...
...the galaxy is very big and I'm not sure what would happen to you if you could not live in a pretty city.
Well, they're mostly not going anywhere and the ones that are I'll be able to scoop back up once I've had a nice break from staring at sorcerous alphabet and churned out another spell.
Speaking of which, I'm probably going to move the Men out of Valinor, probably back to Beleriand. Dwarves'll probably want to go back too and don't have their own teleporters... And I need to find the Men a biologist. No idea where the everybody else in Valinor will want to go.
...you cannot fit everyone in the galaxy on your planet. You cannot fit everyone who is actively trying to find somewhere anywhere to live on your planet.
That's what I'm thinking. Also you might have a personnel problem if you're trying to fix the whole galaxy with who you've got, although maybe you're just planning to get better at integrating disparately capable labor you haven't already known for centuries.