"So, resurrect the Findekáno first as soon as whatshisface doesn't have way too much on his plate to deal with revived Noldor of any stripe - and have the Findekáno talk to whom?"

"Good question. Maybe we should pick a point person for the planet, it seems like it's going to be really challenging for at least a while."

"Gem's closest, but probably not best suited. Elspeth'll have to make a trip anyway, I suppose we could see how she gets along with whatshisface... or Boots, most of her work is moderately portable."

"Okay. Or some not-Fëanorians from here who'd be remembered kindly there, all of your alts seem exceptionally busy as it stands."

"Yes, that's an option too but I can't volunteer them."

"Maybe someone can head over there to get a more complete history and a sense of how Findekáno and his family are remembered. If the answer is 'no, that too is a disaster somehow' then we try to mitigate a Bell's workload."

"Boots and Elspeth are again the ones who'll be there anyway."

"I will write them and ask them to feel out how Noldor who weren't under my command are remembered."

Nod.

"Thank you. For landing on us, for -"

"You're welcome. Of course you're welcome."

"Tempted to just blame Eru for everything. But it isn't - it wasn't - it was my decisions -"

"You were set up."

"Still."

"Sorry. I - 

yeah. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He gets his brother back.

He gets his brother back and spends several hours sobbing and explaining and then they settle down into planning how to accommodate the returned population of Númenor and by the end of the day they are down to breaking off from miscellaneous sentences to stare tearily at each other every ten minutes or so.

He gets his brother back and his brother gets his wife and children and he writes to Galadriel and Mithrandir with the news and he tries to think how to break it, who to tell -

- and that's enough for one day. The Ages might not have taught Elves wisdom but they have taught them not to rush.

A Gem lookalike in a different outfit and Elf-friendly braids pops into place with a bag over her shoulder and looks for that guy Gem got the history from.

And is directed to him! Do they not know - suppose they wouldn't know. This is Lord Elrond Half-Elven. Son of the great houses of Men and Elves alike. He'd be the King of the Noldor if there were any point in having a King of the Noldor which there isn't because there are like four hundred Noldor.

"Oh, thank you, everybody's been calling you 'whatshisface'. Where do you want me to set up the comm ball?"

"Here works. It was mentioned that there is also a means of talking to people in Valinor which we could have?"

"Yeah, I brought you some earwires -" She pulls out a crystal ball and a few earwires. "These are the intra-world model that just closes osanwë distance and they're mostly obsolete but they'll do fine for that purpose. They won't let you talk to Wish or any other neighboring worlds, you'll have to use the ball as a relay for that. You put it on your ear, concentrate on whoever you mean to contact, and then you can. They have a usage limit but it's a few hours per wire per day, the kind that recharges off the user wouldn't do you much good unless you have a Maia around because you won't replenish mana unless you're within a step of my home world."

"We have some Maiar around, or will soon, but a few hours a day seems more than enough."

"If it ever isn't put out a message asking to be taught to tap the Maiar for mana and I can send you the other kind." She finds a good surface to put the crystal ball on and does arcane things to it. "We're mostly standardized on a kind of computer that requires a demon to install; it handles information security better than anything else available. For anything not desperately confidential there's other options, I brought some things that do not require that - personal crystal balls, non-brain-controlled computers, up to you which you prefer."