Agreed.

We could portray it as a new rediscovery. But they know we've got something over here, might have guessed it's a trove of information even if their spying can't just check, I'm leaning toward not faking the source.

We'll soon be making gains faster than are consistent with experimentation.

Right. And there isn't much value in hiding it briefly.

So go ahead and tell them, I guess.

So the message to the Fëanorians is that they have a new source of magic knowledge, here's part of the result, it's in the place Ulmo said would be last to fall.

Also it turned out Amber can tell people prophecies but whether Elves can tell each other follows the normal rules, a good sign for averting them; is there anyone on the Fëanorian end who needs to know things and doesn't yet?

"None of us get any prophecies, we're all too much the kind of people to act on them. What do you have?"

"Yeah, it took us a while to be sure what was going on. Too many people who'd keep being all directly heroic even knowing it'd fail and when.

Fate says the Enemy loses, but not until after everyone else does. We build a bunch of kingdoms. The war lasts sixty Years. The place Ulmo left our new information source would be the last kingdom standing in Beleriand, then it falls. I haven't yet told Melian that the Valar don't plan to save Doriath. Your father dies early, very early. Ulmo didn't know how many of the sixty years that means; would your father agree to move to Tumunzahar for thirty?"

"I could talk him into it. Think I should?"

"Probably. That's the most falsifiable prophecy, and absent that I'm only mostly sure I represent a way out of fate. I won't be changing fated things thirty Years from now, not directly, but if he's alive he will be."

"Okay. ...if you do have that ability he should probably just figure out human immortality, really."

"He could do that?"

"It would surprise me if he can't. It would not surprise me at all if it took him five Years and the opportunity costs are running a little high here but if you can end fate -"

"I probably have five Years. Assuming nothing kills me and my life expectancy is the same, neither of which is safe.

The fact that I can tell you prophecies is suggestive, and there was a prophecy about no humans preceding the Sun if that counts as a thing I did."

"We'll try, then. - under ordinary circumstances it'd have been the first thing we did try, but with the war on he couldn't justify the lost time on other things..."

"And just one human so far.

If he moves at all that's something that wouldn't have happened, proof of concept right there. Should I tell him it's prophesied, or would that make him insist on staying here and just doing better than whatever the fated version did?"

"Why were you under the impression I pulled all this shit? So if I needed to ask him to do something, he'd do it. He'll move if we think it's a good idea. He'll switch to human immortality if we think it's a good idea."

"That doesn't actually say whether it'll go better or worse if he knows why we think it's a good idea. If it's better, I'm offering."

"I'm sure he'd prefer to know why he's being asked. I don't know whether it goes better from a prophecy standpoint somehow -"

"I can't think how, it seems to be assuming no one who can affect it would know and we've already broken that barrier..."

"Then let's tell him just to be courteous."

"All right." And it'll be a chance to see firsthand whether he decided to awaken.

Fëanáro?

Not a practitioner. "Amber. Pleased to meet you," he says. In English. With a hell of a strange accent, but definitely in English.

"You...too" she says in Quenya. "How did you manage the language?"

"I find languages very easy to learn."