Oh. That...that is really weird and not good and what if they don't want to die? Do they get reembodied if they do?

Mocks can't be resurrected. I'm pretty sure they don't have souls, but I'm not sure souls are the thing I actually care about when I care about people not having to die, so...

Oh no.

Yeah. My world's not very nice. It has nice parts but that's not one of them.

How about your King? Does your world have one? Is he happy?

My world has lots of different countries and the one I lived in has an Emperor. I've never met him so I don't know if he's happy or not.

She nods. I'm getting tired again.

We can stop for now if you like.

What would the next thing be?

I don't have a schedule laid out because I've never done this before and even if I had every patient is different. We would've kept talking until I thought of something, pretty much.

Then I'll sleep. Thank you, Bella. I hope you're finding everything nice.

You're welcome and I am! Sleep well.

The Elves are content to spend the rest of the day playing around and singing in Lórien.

Suits her fine. She tastes random plants and does notebooking and looks at things for Rúmil.

The next day a messenger from Tirion arrives to communicate that Fëanáro has not in fact let go of the idea of learning Draconic and Pax and writing, and would there be a way for Bella to tutor him But not if it distracts from her more important work here.

Um, Rúmil had the idea of asking a Vala for a thing that would let me teleport between here and there. Miriel's asleep most of the time anyway.

That is a thing the Valar can probably do! The messenger will go give Lórien his regards and ask right now.

Thank you.

He returns several hours later. Lórien says that the Valar do not desire that it be possible to travel instantly across the whole Blessed Realm, but for the circumstances it is appropriate to permit you to enjoy the company of your new people in Tirion and your aid to Miriel here. He hands her a leaf that does not look edible.

How do I work it?

Apparently there's a companion tree in the King's courtyard. Go up to the tree here - I'll show you, it's a bit off, touch it with this, and you're there.

Okay. Should I go now...?

Everyone giggles. Fëanáro can stand to learn some patience.

He's been waiting the entire time it took the messenger to get here, hasn't he?

True, Rúmil says. And he can stand also to have some joy in his life.