"Loki's is in Tesseract range, it'll be pretty safe for Loki to go talk to her."

"Sounds good."

A bit later, Loki goes looking for the Elentári Thuringwethil.

Since Loki has a Tesseract this is not very hard.

"Hey."

"Loki Godslayer these days, right? I hear you're practically making a habit of it."

"Where do you get your news?"

"Little birds."

"Anyway, yes, the epithet was coined and stuck and has been since reified."

"Congratulations. This a social visit?"

"Eh, might as well be. Alternate universe me met alternate universe you and the you said the war was supposed to last five hundred years, wanted to know if that matched."

"Five-eighty-seven from when the Sun rises. Even once the Valar step in it's half a century."

"Wow."

"Yup. They don't have a Tesseract to do it with."

"What do they do instead?"

"Land with an army. More magic than what the Noldor've got, but same basics, until they've fought their way into Angband proper, and then they just - fight him. On his own turf, which cancels out the numerical advantage..."

"...wow."

"Did you think that they could just snap their fingers if they wanted it to end?"

"No, but it's just so - I don't know, boring - and if you're going to take half a century to do something you shouldn't wait that long to start -"

"First time they got a petitioner. Came with a Silmaril, told everyone in Valinor how bad things were, convinced them to end it."

"...was the Silmaril incidental or contributory to this process?"

"I bet it helped, but I'm dead by then, don't know for sure."

"Do you get lower-quality prophecies about things that happen after you die?"

"Paid them less attention. They're really low-quality anyway, it's a lot of work to piece together."

"Yeah, one of my alts has complaints about that."