There's something very nostalgic about standing in front of a large audience and walking them through scrolls and then expounding on the principles of magic. She has more to say at this point, though, she's dissected more spells into their component pieces and Olórin's been around for a while now to help explore vast combinatorial explosion. The lecture takes a few hours even with most of the content offloaded into "look it up, it's in the files". And then there is food and mingling for anyone who doesn't have to race off immediately to do important multiverse things!
There's not much racing off; three new worlds, one with useful transmissible magic and one as big as Edda, is an important multiverse thing in itself. Food! Mingling!
Space Rúmil finds Telperion's Rúmil and Boots and thinks flat Ardas are weirder and weirder the more you get to know about them - Trees, really? Trees. Okay. Trees. What were the Valar thinking.
"No, they were fine with that - Valian ecology comes standard on flat Ardas but was designed by us, on the Space one - new species is a taboo because of what Melkor pulled with orcs but I expect some day we'll move past that - anyway, they banned a bunch of categories of blessing development as potentially disruptive and the study of cryptography as antisocial."
"Yes, it was not disastrous in the way it would have been in a human civilization - we managed to continue having electronic commerce, despite the fact you could trivially steal peoples' money - but sometimes I almost wish we were less docile, would have forced the Valar to reevaluate that outlook -"
"Flat ones don't! We do. We had a population of fifty-six million, no matter how docile fifty-six million people are you can't run that without commerce. We were post-material-scarcity but used currency to fund space exploration and major development projects and aid to Endorë and you had to pay for things like the opening nights at shows or a large apartment in central Tirion."
"So we used to think they were just that much more advanced than us - they're millions of years older, in millions of years we'd have been effectively gods even without magic - but the fact they seem similar to the flat Valar and the flat Valar are definitely not advanced is suggestive that they're really magic."
"So it was a really rough few Years, on both of them. Finwë stopped asking Fëanáro to do things or stay close or be safe, just asked us to keep an eye on him instead, Fëanáro avoided everyone as much as possible, and Miriel kept refusing to return to life, and eventually Finwë - had a sort of breakdown, took a vacation up to Valmar to stay with Ingwë and get some reassurance and perspective, and Ingwë's sister met him there..."
"I was frustrated with her for that, and with Ingwë. Ingwë had been suggesting to Finwë that he come take part of a Year off in Valmar, he didn't say 'my sister will be waiting in the suite we set up for you' - Indis had apparently been in love with him for Years, and waited, but she could have waited longer - or they could have exercised some discretion -"
"And when he started again it wasn't any better because he and his stepmother would fight - it was always Fëanáro starting it but he - he's a good kid if you figure out how to communicate with him, and she couldn't, for whatever reason - anyway, he'd accuse her of being a manipulative whore who'd thrown herself at his grieving father before he'd pulled himself far enough out of his depression to chain two thoughts together, she'd say 'I make him happy; you make him miserable' -"
"Mahtan's. He sent us monthly updates, we knew he was safe, but at Fëanáro's request I did not visit and every time his father tried Fëanáro was forewarned and ran away. Apprenticed with Mahtan, apprenticed with Aulë, married at forty-eight in some tiny mining town up north, returned back home to tell his father he had a grandson."
"Finwë's matured. Too late, but. He apologized to Fëanáro for remarrying, apologized to him for failing to be there for him, said he was honored to meet his daughter-by-marriage and grandson. Fëanáro wanted a public essecarmë - the naming ceremony, at six weeks - four days out. He said it was fine if Indis and his half-siblings attended. The whole city did.
And he announced that the child's name was Nelyafinwë."
"And Finwë welcomed Nelyafinwë, his first grandson, and Fëanáro's half-brother burst into tears and ran off crying, and Fëanáro and Nerdanel bought themselves a nice place on the outskirts of the city and gradually Fëanáro repaired his relationship with his father but he never even tried for a relationship with his two half-brothers and two half-sisters. The youngest of whom, Arafinwë, himself ran away underage to Alqualondë, married there very young, and rarely returned to Tirion."
"Anyway. Fëanáro and Nerdanel have six more; Nolofinwë marries and has four of his own, Arafinwë does as well, the cousins all get along well enough that there were high hopes Fëanáro and Nolofinwë'd eventually be forced to get along just by the cheerful pressure of eleven highly energetic young people. And then the Valar pardon Melkor."
"Yes. Very subtly. All of those relationships fell apart, bit by bit, and once everyone'd been maneuvered into not trusting each other he arranges for Fëanáro to hear that his brother's going to try to get him disowned and arrested, and that if that fails he should expect to die in a convenient accident. And he arranges for Nolofinwë to hear that Fëanáro's trying to get his family exiled from Valinor, and that if that fails he should expect an attempt on his life. And so Nolofinwë does go to Finwe and try to get Fëanáro arrested, and Fëanáro walks in on their conversation and pulls out a gun -"
"And Fëanáro tells Nolofinwë not to speak out against him again, and Nolofinwë ignores him and walks out - which was the correct way to handle it, incidentally -
- Finwë bans everyone from carrying weapons, tells both his children that no one is getting arrested or disowned or exiled and to cut it out, and seems content to leave it at that, Indis appeals to the Valar and they sentence Fëanáro to a hundred twenty years in exile."
"Indeed. Anyway, Finwë thinks exiling Fëanáro is a really bad idea, and he solves it by going into exile with him and appointing Nolofinwë the regent in Tirion. About a third of the Noldor follow Fëanáro and Finwë as an act of protest, the rest stay. I stayed, Nolofinwë needed some support to take over gracefully and Fëanáro still hadn't apologized -"
"Yes. The whole thing was complicated. In hindsight I would have gone with them, though I think by then it was too late to make a difference. While they are in exile Melkor sacks the city, steals the Silmarils, burns down the library, kills Finwë. The Valar'd summoned Fëanáro to a festival of reconciliation. He learned of what had happened only when the Suns went out."
"Yes, absolutely, but it divided the Noldor further. The people who knew Fëanáro and his children well enough mostly said 'there is a good reason for doing it and a good reason for not telling us', the people who didn't mostly said 'that's insane, irresponsible, and unforgivable, let's make someone else the ruler of the Noldor -"
"I said to Maitimo 'you realize the Enemy could give one to anyone and you'd be bound to -' and he said 'I hope the Enemy does do that, it's better than him having all three'. I, um, would say it's not acceptable to play games with stakes like 'get the Enemy to manipulate you into massacring civilians because his instrument of such manipulation will otherwise be put to even worse uses', but considering how things turned out that game looks outright harmless."
"Leaf has moved here and might be considered point person on technological comparison. We're declining to have a cover story or explain anything - osanwë they know about but it's easily classified as unusually long-range psi, which occurs in many species such as one of mine here. They believe we have faster than light transporter technology, transporters being a sort of technological teleportation solution most commonly used for orbit-to-planet and vice versa transit; this might even be technically feasible, we just don't in fact have that. We think they don't yet have enough intel on us to have noticed much of the other magic."
The Rúmils consider nicknames. Space does not want something relating to having died, even though that's probably the thing that makes him unique among Rúmils, because it seems a bit insensitive. Maybe Codex, or Compass, something he invented that he probably did not invent on flat Ardas?
Boots' Rúmil looks at her.
"The Federation obeys a directive that no civilization which has not developed warp technology is to be contacted or interfered with in any way, shape, or form, even if they're busy nuking themselves to death, freezing and starving because their sun went out, being exploited by similarly warp-incapable neighbors who are nevertheless close by enough to do that sort of thing, plagued with trivially curable illnesses, etcetera. I took a low-profile job as a solo deep space surveyor, found and declined to document planets that could squeak by as plausible inventors of warp even if it could just as easily have taken them a couple more centuries, identified scientists likely amenable to discreet plagiarism, and dropped warp equations on their desks. I got a number of them into the Federation or at least trading partner status before I was predictably caught and sentenced to life in prison."
"Saving the lives is extraordinary, writing up a program to keep count so you know how many is adorable. It's not really a very principled distinction. Anyway, I was already very impressed by how you two were going about this enterprise but it's all the more of an honor to work for you on it."
"He died three times because he couldn't manage to stop being curious or stop thinking he deserved better than to be squished for it. The third time we couldn't resurrect him. We - don't know what that means. 'something powerful hates him', but not more than that. It - I don't think anyone in our family is the kind to survive Materia, innately, but it made the rest of us cautious. I'm named after him. He was everything that our world prohibits, and he was only a kid, and -"
"Do something about - letting them exist independently without them and their humans endangering each other? That would be spectacular -" Cricket butts his head against her leg and she scoops him up. "- high level here is distinct from greater versatility and mana? Boots has done virtually all her wizardry outside Materia..."
"I mean, it might be a problem you could just throw enough versatility and mana at but in Materia high-level means the universe lets you do things, all the legendary spells and so forth that I've heard of that seem like they might bear on instantiating Hex's familiars were achieved by legendary people."
I still can't actually tell if you need this advice or not but for whatever it's worth while Bells can in fact discuss our feelings we also enjoy cultivating narratives of being effortlessly irresistible and as such prefer not to be the initiating parties. Loki's an exception, Boots isn't.
"And half-vampires are full grown at seven; that's not the point. Vampires don't just stop physically aging; we also have static personalities and don't mature after turning. And this is an enormous problem if you're a child vampire and you need flawless impulse control to avoid eating everyone you encounter."
"I think all the Macalaurës are here, you could find ours and finally coordinate the concert that fundraiser's been trying to coax you into putting on together," Gem tells her wife. "Or if he doesn't want to do it one of his alts could impersonate him, that's probably just as good from the audience perspective."
"We can probably scrape that much spare time together at this point, I can just do things in known specific locations instead of leaning on Lúthien to do guided-teleporting. The pile of money is pretty big at this point and money is useful. Besides, the PR would be great."
"Nothing in particular, but I have half a million subjects, some small fraction of whom have no desire to have magic powers or be a magic rock or be a resource in an emergency but who are happy to wish on powers for other people, and I haven't considered towards what ends this is best used because I wasn't sure if it was safe to try in the first place."
"I have to admit to not seeing particular benefits of magic-rock-hood that you couldn't eventually chart on Hex or have wished on for you individually - and, like, it might interfere with daevafying, and everyone should daevafy if it turns out to work for people from non-adjacent worlds."
"What I like about it is mostly that it's so versatile - I can't do enormous things outside my efficiency specialization, but I can do nearly any small thing, including things that are great to have but wouldn't be worth pursuing a generalized magical power for one at a time. But the more I think about it the emotional maintenance is probably a big deal Kib should just avoid."
And then there is so much to do! Importing more people, blueprinting whole cities to be made, screening and meeting and reassuring people and explaining to them the laws. Compass comes over and stays long enough they will have to repay him in a lot of history lessons eventually, because it turns out people natively familiar with computers and modern technology are in short supply and badly needed. They begin to evacuate Nolordel.
Fëanáro hops over to Revelation without telling anyone so he can summon daeva. Fëanáro finds out about the daeva language thing and is all the more obsessed with becoming one somehow.
Fëanáro comes back to Warp to find his alt-family staring at him with tears in their eyes. He grudgingly assents to hugs and tells them that this is a science world and he's definitely not going to get himself killed, unless it's to become a demon, and when this provokes horror he clarifies, and then he pronounces his half-family 'excellent but I'm still really glad my mom is alive and happy and things' and starts showing them how to do science to wizardry.
It is several months before they have anything resembling a breather. But when they do, Rúmil says, "Bella! Would you care to go out flying with me?"
"...that seems like a much easier mistake to avoid making than I was expecting.
I like you. I am continually impressed by your compassion and your sense and your ambitions and it was a delight to watch you grow, in Valinor, and it has been even more of a delight to watch you here where there are no bounds on how much of a splash you can make. You are the most resourceful person I have ever met and it is a joy to be a part of your life. This does not in any respect need to involve kissing but if there was a lack of clarity about whether I want to -"
"I'd mostly been deliberately not cultivating an interest because I'd been really unclear on whether it would be a productive interest to have - I've never quite been able to pin down certain things about how my species is interacting with relevant features - um, but there has been some deliberateness to the non-cultivation of the interest?"
"You knew what I looked like! Or at least what my chin looked like. But even more than the I don't look like an Elf thing is the I didn't grow like an Elf thing, I started assuming pretty early on that everybody around me would consider it deeply weird to think of me as an adult in quite that way even if everyone was very gracious about assuming I had an adult level of impulse control and so on."
"I would have felt odd about pursuing a romantic relationship your first Year in Valinor but less because you didn't grow like an Elf, more because there was a sense in which you hadn't gotten the chance to start growing until you were out of Materia. I would very much not want to kiss you while you still believed it dangerous to set your sights exactly as high as you pleased."
I still can't actually tell if you need this advice or not but for whatever it's worth while Bells can in fact discuss our feelings we also enjoy cultivating narratives of being effortlessly irresistible and as such prefer not to be the initiating parties. Loki's an exception, Boots isn't.
"I will follow you across as many galaxies as you like but I'm probably not going to employ Kib's boyfriends' strategies of behaving like ridiculous children, so consumed were they by desire for the fascinating Bell they met. I can't help but feel like that has got to be one of several possible approaches."
Fëanáro fails to notice for several solid months. He also does not seem to have noticed Ferardrin and Leaf, and he's been very busy playing with the pieces for a spell that will let him conjure permanent things (not arbitrary material objects, but he wants to have that eventually). Rúmil is sort of vaguely optimistic he may be an adult before he notices.
Now he is in a really really tacky city! Some of the individual parts of it have a coherent aesthetic to them but none of them agree. Everybody is a young adult human-looking person except for having gone through an ethnic blender, and they've all got bat wings, and some have more exotic cosmetic alterations beyond that too - tails, horns, hooves, scales, fangs.
His appearance attracts attention; he is promptly asked in six languages whether he speaks those languages.
He is not supposed to make anything contiguous with someone else's structure without permission, nor anything ever in the middle of a thoroughfare. Making anything in the park and then leaving it there without permission from the Park Association is prohibited; the Park Association can be found inside of the really big tree in the park. The city observes quiet hours midnight-8am (UTC) out of courtesy for those who prefer to sleep. If you destroy somebody's stuff and they're not there to express other wishes you need to neatly finish the job, clear the debris if applicable, and put it back for them. There are some radio band use ordinances and a place to go for advice on compliance with those. Inhabiting the city constitutes agreement that the city council may issue binding arbitration if somebody complains about him.
"I already have two sets of parents! I have my mom and my dad but they're kind of incompetent and rule Tirion so they can't go on adventures with me, and then I have Bella and Rúmil who are actually good at it. But I would be glad to have some help!! I want a bungalow like Bella had in Tol Eressea and I don't see a place here I can put my bungalow!"
Eeeeeeeee this is so much fun! He can't give himself wings but with enough spell practice he could probably figure it out. Hell looks really ridiculous but he doesn't mind at all it's so interesting!! He stays on the lookout for open spots so he can magic himself a bungalow and everyone will think he is a demon eeeeeee!
You're already indestructible so as long as you don't tell anybody anything they shouldn't know or demonstrate any powers demons don't usually have I think it's okay for you to live there for a little while, but I'd like to know where you are and I would like you to still visit your parents sometimes even if it's an extra couple hops.
"Well actually at first I was just planning to see what Hell was like and meet the demons and see the giant tacky plane of gold but then when I appeared everyone thought I was a demon and it felt great and I realized I couldn't explain I wasn't a demon without explaining there are ways to travel between worlds and that's a secret." Hug?
"Telekinesis - not as good as fairy telekinesis but better than Boots's - transmutation, not angel-quality but you don't need to know as much about what you're doing - some conjuration, it's a major dexterity and strength and speed boost for humans and less but still some for Elves, some weird solid-lightshow effects, lots of freeform little stuff that doesn't come up often enough to be itemized."
"Unfortunately we don't know very much about how becoming various things interferes with becoming various other things. If anything comes up that seems like I should be the one to wish for it we'll know if the states are compatible, although it might matter which order you do them in."
"I have mine made so that it wouldn't hurt if I cut them off but I've never actually done it and frankly the idea weirds me out even though I was planning on the possibility. You will have to do it about a dozen times to keep having wings that are sized right for you, and more often if you ever want to not conspicuously have wings for some reason. I'd give it some thought if I were you."
He sighs. "Everything in Warp is so important and so busy and I thought I'd like that a lot but I'm not especially good at any of it, even the inventing, I have grownup alts who don't have to catch up on everything, and the things we actually need are things I could do if I were a demon and I could learn so many languages so fast -"
"I l-l-like my Materia family and they all just want me to be safe and I love my parents and they just want me to be safe and Boots - I think Boots wants me to be me more than she wants me to be safe and I want to matter and be powerful and understand everything and fix everything and be good enough -"
And eventually he pops them both to the spot in Revelation for teleporters and then he tries to use his wizardry teleport to go to Bella but it doesn't work and he sniffles and makes a surprised noise and uses his sorcery one instead and it doesn't end up mattering because Boots is right where he expected her.
"All cities that aren't made by Elves are not pretty enough. It does look kind of ridiculous. But it's full of demons and they're all safe and don't have to be scared and there's nothing keeping them small - there's a demon lady who wants a child, I want to find a way to get her one..."
"There's lots of people I'd trust to raise kids who I wouldn't trust with interdimensional travel. It'd encourage those demons to accept the long-term summons and maybe give people a chance to get to know them well enough to determine if they could be trusted, I suppose."
"Yeah. And people we could trust with the secret interdimensional travel exists while not actually giving them a way to do it - the fact it exists is going to be hard to keep a secret for very much longer anyway - and if they know it exists they can be dropped in Edda or here to terraform planets for us -"
He squeals delightedly and flaps and does not take off and tries his standard flight spell for the initial boost and does not take off - "I didn't even use any mana since I slept and I'm out, it's weird -" and then flaps again and does take off and then cackles gleefully and flies and yells "I love you!" at Cam and heads city-wards to show his brothers and sisters and nieces and nephews.
With Boots' new convenient mail system this doesn't take long. Sure, they're willing to try it, it doesn't seem much more of an infosec hazard than summoning to Space at all: they're pretending really hard that the reasons Space Elves can be resurrected and forked is the Silmarils, and that looks sustainable at least in the medium term, and the average person on Space has been told about the multiverse as the discovery of new planets in their own universe.
So Fëanáro can go around finding demons who want kids. This is a substantial enough project that if he wants to cover for not being able to make stuff Cam can be spared to go along and say "I found this kid, does anybody want a kid" and make things as necessary.
You're welcome. So my spiel here is that I am very socially responsible and don't like the idea of unsupervised kids but I can't just adopt you myself because I'm on summons all the time. If you want to look like you're making something osanwë me it, nobody'll suspect a thing.
Local demons who want a child think he is adorable! A couple of them are up enough on the news to recognize that he is an Elf child (although they assume Space Elf) and not a human one; these ones wonder why, since Space inhabitants know how ex-summoners work, his actual parents have not just summoned him back?
"I feel obliged to make up for having been born and having existed but saving lots and lots of lives doesn't actually change that feeling, only doing something irreplaceable that no one else could've done just as well changes that feeling. And separate from that I don't feel obliged to do things."
"Because for bad things all that matters is that I'm capable of it, not whether I actually did it. Well, whether I did it matters a lot to people who got hurt or didn't but it doesn't matter for whether I'm a good person. Demons who'd be awful except they keep only getting summoned under responsible bindings aren't less awful by luck, are they?
But for impressiveness, 'I would have been impressive under better circumstances' doesn't count."
"Thirty seems like enough to start with. Endorë doesn't actually have any orphaned babies, what with that nifty afterlife we've got working, so I stole'em off some place not at the top of Edda's priority list but from where they will in fact have belly buttons. Do you want to help with the pitch and screening, or should I take it from here?"
"Just checking. I don't actually know off the top of my head how I'd find a couple dozen babies nobody wanted anywhere other than Stork on short notice. Anyway, I'm willing to stick around to tell all these demons 'actually Fëanáro's parents are alive and realized they needed to summon him but would you like to be involved in this pilot program!' if you think it'll help."
"It has not exactly been a priority of mine to fix, for some reason, but it's only an Elf thing, they can live with humans or Dwarves or orcs if they'd like. We have a delightfully simple legal code, I'm more worried that it permits something it ought to prohibit because Elves are not very creatively antisocial."
"Dwarves're even simpler - 'cooperate with arbitration of contracts you signed, don't interact with people without their consent and pick one of the following agencies for arbitration of nonconsensual-interaction disputes'. Dwarves are something else. The orcs are revamping it, it'd depend where they set their mind on settling. There are some humans here... I'm expecting they'll want to live somewhere in Ambaróne, if in the less Elfy parts."
Cam nods at the expectation that a dead indestructible person would probably be Epic and at the consideration of becoming a demon. "That and if you do it it'll confuse all these demons who will definitely remember you and think you are a demon. Where d'you want the circles, I can do most of them for you."
"Every office in this building is in fact an elevator, so it can move around and open conveniently on all the things you'd plausibly want to access from your office. It is an utterly ridiculous waste of space and makes it nightmarish to find anything - it was from the phase when our architects were competing to outdo each other on how silly they could make their buildings -"
"There are even sillier! There is a building whose floors are all at at least forty-five degree angles and there is a building navigable only with a teleport or by swinging from vines attached to the outside walls and there is a building with floors so smooth it is literally unsafe to step inside it and all the furnishings made of broken glass."
Cam continues to explain things to demons. Some of them want their partners summoned too to discuss it before accepting, and one seems to think there is something fishy about the whole business, and two have commitments and social circles in Hell they are not prepared to leave, but they have a couple dozen homes for random orphans.