I wonder where he could've gone.

I have a guess.

What?

He gestures at his eyes.

Oh. Right.

Finwë doesn't believe it. He and Elwë loved each other deeply and he is convinced Elwë's somehow all right.

...does that kind of reasoning work any better on this plane than mine?

It does not.

Too bad.

Are there planes where it would work?

I don't know. This plane is nice enough that science works. Maybe there's one where wishful thinking does.

He laughs. Am I distracting you again from reading?

I'm between books. I could pick up the second one but it'll be easier when I can sit down not on a horse someplace shady anyway.

Well, we're nearly there.

She sleeps a lot anyway, I'll have time to read as much as I need to.

You will.

Bella starts looking around for a dozy Noldor queen.

There are people a ways ahead, easier to pick out if she looks through someone else's eyes. They're richly dressed and clustered in a valley.

Bella goes on vision-piggybacking till they get there.

Miriel is, in fact, sleeping, on an elaborate bed rising out of the trees and which can probably safely assumed not to be stone, though that's what it looks like.

Privately to Rúmil: Who are these people around her, am I supposed to talk to them...?

I can ask everyone to clear out for you, since you said this requires privacy. These are friends and attendants of Miriel's.

If they want to ask me questions about what's going on I may as well answer them, I can't start anything while she's sleeping.

He dismounts and begins an introduction in Quenya.

Bella manages to get off her horse too.