"Sure, as soon as I can ward off the time-slidey thing. I might come to visit, even, if I need a vacation in there somewhere, a while spent not-time-slidey can lead to needing a vacation and timeslideyness isn't awful for the purpose as long as I manage to leave on a schedule. But I really don't expect to be gone longer than half a Year, probably less. I literally accomplished in the time I've been here what I'd have optimistically expected in a tenth of the time without this effect. I'll come back with all kinds of cool stuff to show you."

"And a ward against the effect, which I can have?"

"I actually suggested bringing you along to talk to Manwë, but Rúmil pointed out that it might make it hard to socialize or something, being in Valinor without the time-slidey. So I'll test it out for like a few weeks and see if it makes me antisocial but yeah, I should be able to cast it on you just fine."

"I care more about accomplishing things than socializing anyway."

"Yes, but you're very good at accomplishing things already and you might lose more than you gain if there's an intense effect."

"I'm not good enough."

"I am not going to promise to make a tradeoff I don't know the magnitude of for you."

"I'm older than you. If one year in our world is ten in yours I am seventy years older than you and what have I accomplished? Nothing!"

"You have accomplished several things but believe me I understand the frustration and if the spell doesn't make everything horrible for some reason I will totally cast it on you."

"Okay. Come back soon."

He likes the idea and wants her to finish her work quickly, but shouldn't leave Lórien on so little notice and rather enjoys the light of Valinor.

The Teleri boats are beautiful and elegant and large enough even for her enormous amounts of luggage and there's a great commotion across the dock when another boat is somehow set loose but then everyone gets back on hers and is delighted to row her to Tol Eressea.

It is a lovely boat. She compliments the boat in proper local fashion.

The light of the Trees fades as they row out. Tol Eressea is about fifty miles offshore.

Off come the glasses. She starts poking at the principles of light; the spell spell she has doesn't last but if she can wrench off some of it the way enchanters do with things like "heat" and whatnot she might be able to make enough to see by. She makes a little progress on this during the boat ride.

And they arrive. Tol Eressea has wide sandy beaches, and people who are surprised but pleased to get visitors, and there's a loud splash in the water as her boat pulls into the harbor.

Maybe somebody dropped an oar. She thanks everybody and disembarks; one of her necklaces is now faintly glowing, although she's not sure how long it'll keep up with that.

Tol Eressea is dark and hushed and forested, inland from the beaches, and big enough she can't guess its perimeter just from standing on a beach. There are crickets chirping.

Some people live here, right? She didn't get around to actually learning to build a house. It will probably take her at least a week to get a magic house arranged even if that's her top priority. Maybe she can crash with somebody. In she hikes, dragging wheeled luggage. (Wheels: they caught on.)

There are people who live here. Sadly they either sleep under the stars or in flets in the trees. Though they're happy to build her a flet or share theirs.

Bella is kind of a house person. She will prioritize a magic house, and in the meanwhile under the stars is fine. She already feels a little clearer-headed out here. She can probably get it done real fast. She glows her necklace a little harder and starts work.

Fëanáro waits until the boat rows away to come pounce on her and demand to know what she's doing, but it takes all his restraint and the minute the boat is out he pounces. "I decided to come along," he says, "so I won't waste more time."