"Okay." Kib writes down what she said. "Any potentially useful details...?"

"It's dark."

"I am not sure where we are. We're on a coast. It's probably Alqualondë since most of the relevantly dead people live there and I can't see them all leaving. Alqualondë is definitely Treelit."

Write write. "And it comes with the information that it's Fëanáro's fault but not how at all?"

"Not how, or I'd presumably be able to do something about it."

And apparently she's not the sort to just march up to him and stab him over a prophetic dream, good to know. "Arguing with who, about what...?"

"I express a desire to stop him. Someone thinks it's unwise. There are - mutual accusations of not caring about the dead."

"...Don't have more details or don't want me to have them? Second thing is fine but if it's that and I hear another prophecy that maybe links up with this one if I can come back to you with that -"

"I can give you my best translation? It's mostly just angry words, there's nothing I'd think would connect with anything."

"It might or might not, but it seems like these are deliberately patchy in such a way that small bits could turn out to be important to anyone who didn't happen to get those exact bits."

Kib writes very fast. His handwriting is unElvishly scratchy. "Thank you."

"If there were anything I could do about it I wouldn't know about it. It's awful."

"I will do what I can."

Sigh. No obvious connection between any of the bits yet, but he organizes the notes into something more indexed and goes back to work.

The Valar are going to set up the two portals about three miles outside Tirion, just in case there are problems. There's gong to be a festival to open them. Maitimo comes back from his break from work and starts planning shipping logistics.

Well, with the grace ring a three mile hike is not such an imposition. He likes his grace ring. At some point I still want to give you a hug, he informs Maitimo.

You are always welcome to come stay the night, he says.

Maitimo, despite saying that, looks vaguely surprised to see him. How goes it?

Waiting, mostly. Artanis bounced me a dream but it's not useful in isolation. Hug. He is not as strong as an Elf but he can try.

Hug. Oh, is that why she cannot stand me.

No, it's about something else, earlier I think, you don't feature. She didn't mention you, either.