In the palace they go. Boots please tell Mitros that you're here.

Um, hi, Mitros, I'm Boots the new Bell, I have brought a twelve year old Elf alt of your father, he does not yet know that you and Iobel are married and I'm kind of surrogate parenting him so it may be weird, it might get less weird if he knew it was a marriage of convenience but he is not ideally suited to secret-keeping.

Hi, nice to meet you! Unless you are doing a lot of filtering he is going to run across it eventually, but I can happily make myself scarce today if that's convenient.

He is very keen on meeting all his alts' children and I'm more concerned about making it land gently than about making it indefinitely secret.

Okay, can do. Where are you all?

She sends an image.

And he comes by. "Hi, new Bell! Hi -"

"Rúmil."

"Hi Rúmil! Hi, Fëanáro! I'm Mitros. They call all the instances of your firstborn 'the Maitimos' which is unjust Elf supremacy because the human ones have different names."

"Are you the King?"

"Awww, what gave it away."

"The crown."

"I'm the King. With humans more than Elves, sometimes a King and Queen can just be best friends who work together really well, and that's what Iobel and I are."

Nod, nod. "If there were only one Elf of you we would probably not privilege that one's name, but there's so many."

"And no convenient shared element like Bells."

"We're so lucky."

And how's Fëanáro reacting to the thing.

"Is that your spellbinding animal? What decides what shape it is?"

(Phew.)

"Yep, this is Antir, and we don't know! There are a lot of things about familiars that are a mystery."

"And why are you speaking Quenya -"

"Oh, I'm not, this is translation magic -"

"Turn it off, I want to learn your language."

"You could say please."

"Please turn it off I want to learn your language?"