"I should probably make sure somebody - maybe not you - has the whole picture. They deserve - they deserve for people to have at least a clear sense of what they were at the end."

"...Okay. Who?"

"History? Who's curating all of this in general?"

"It's sort of a distributed effort. There's a Rúmil doing a history of Warp but that's probably not what you mean."

"Perhaps I'll figure it out once I have more information and once everything else is solved."

"Sure. Do you wanna get underway on wisher-finding or go through more multiverse summary?"

"Wisher-finding is currently underway, they'll knock when they're all here."

"Okay." And she goes through the rest of the map, omitting Shadow and much of the events of Space and being correspondingly spare elsewhere to make this less obvious.

And then there are people at the door who feel suitably passionate about human mortality and a way to reembody dead Elves in Ennor instead of relying on Mandos. (They all read very high; they are all happy to participate; they are all trustworthy. He was raised by a Maitimo).

And Gem walks them through the wordings that have worked for these purposes in the past, checks for local conditions that may contraindicate, grills anybody who wants to be a magic rock a little bit, and grants wishes.

"How does the reincarnation of dead humans part work?"

"It's not reincarnation, it's resurrection, reincarnation is a different more inconvenient thing - somebody alive has to nonmaliciously request them so we don't have millions of people suddenly appearing with nowhere in particular to go, and then they show up healthy and young-adult but with all their memories and can be brought wherever their requester had in mind."

"Okay. I don't think any currently-alive humans remember the people of Númenor - but I guess you could only get a couple and it could spiral out from there -"

"Exactly. After the resurrections slow down we can check for any populations that were too isolated to have anybody fetch them some other way."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome!"

"Anything else before you go move all our orcs?"

"Where will be a good place to install a thing to let this world communicate with others?"

"Here could work fine. Is there a way to let us communicate with Valinor?"

"I can ask Boots to send you some earwires, they can close osanwë distance."

"Thank you. And should we be expecting interdimensional visitors?"

"Somebody'll bring you earwires and the comm ball. There might be curious visitors who come by to meet people or see the place but I can tell them to back off if that would be unwelcome, although they won't necessarily all listen to me, like, my template doesn't have much pull with Lúthiens in general and they might ignore me to come check out their alt's descendants."

"Any Lúthiens will be very very welcome here. That story everyone remembers, even if they've forgotten - the rest -

 - the problem is going to be visiting Fëanorians. I can handle them and I think Galadriel can handle them but there are a lot of people who will probably try to kill them on the spot."

"I will notify them that this is a problem. Fëanorians do mostly like Bells enough to pay attention to us on that and I don't think any of them would get kicks out of people trying to kill them. - there is a reckless twelve year old Fëanor. With wings. Would anybody recognize him if he recklessed his way all the way here."

"There is what. And no. No one would recognize a twelve year old Fëanor and I think the general principle of 'if you didn't do it, you would have' will break down with a literal small child. ...why do Lúthiens not like Bells?"