you took your time with the call | Glowfic Constellation

For three months after Revelation he ignores his father's calls.

Yes. It should be possible to summon a demon and, depending how their powers work, either get a Silmaril from them or get the location of the patch of ground closest to the Silmaril from them or at worst do binary search over conjured models of parts of the planet to find the Silmarils. Yes, it should be possible to summon an angel to then dig the thing out of bedrock. And then they won't live life walking against the currents of fading, they will be whole again, they can summon some more for spaceship plans and head away from Earth much sooner, and much more powerful, than they imagined.

Also, the curious demon might go back to Hell and conjure some more Silmarils, if their powers happen to shake out that way, and might start handing out Silmarils to anyone on Earth who wants one, because why not, and the oath might still be in force, the risk is unimaginable -

- they can of course get a Silmaril and then, if it turns out they can be conjured, not let the demon go home, that is merely incredibly rude and might strand someone a dimension away from their family for centuries. It at least does not risk unleashing the oath on this innocent world that has, at last, left the scars of the last time that happened beyond the reach of living memory.

For three months after Revelation he ignores his father's calls because he is childishly frightened, because his well-polished coping skills are fraying, because if he feels the tug of that oath on him again it will be too late to kill himself and therefore he wants, very badly, to do it now. For three months he wavers.

And then he answers the calls, and takes some vacation, and goes home for a Fëanorian planning session. He doesn't remember what loving them felt like but he remembers that he loved them, that it was once very important to him, and he knows he would do this for someone he loved. They plan and they read and they learn and they practice - without summoning, because daeva get the languages you speak when you summon them and so the first daeva they summon will know, if observant enough, they're not of this society -

- he gets two weeks vacation a year, they plan very very slowly -

- and six years after Revelation they have a binding and a few possible options for payment and a plan for the case where Silmarils turn out to be trivially conjurable and conjurable ones oath-relevant. Maedhros is terrified, and miserable, but no one can tell. He prides himself on that.

Curufin doesn't want to do it because he speaks Khuzdul and the Dwarves who taught him it in confidence did not give him permission to share it. (They did give him permission, when it came up one optimistic night, to share it with his father should his father ever return to life, and so Fëanor speaks Khuzdul too.) Maglor's pretending to be a currently-dead pop star and that invites its own host of complications.

Maedhros does not speak Khuzdul. He speaks the Black Speech in addition to a few human languages and Thindarin and Quenya, but the language won't scare daeva in itself (if they get his exact vocabulary, they might be frightened.) Maedhros picks a place in the castle in Canada that could be a room in an unusually wealthy human's house, unremarkable, and he painstakingly copies all but one bit of the circle they decided on together, and he calls in everyone to look and make sure he did it right, and he dismisses them all - one Elf alone is not obviously inhuman, two or more together raises suspicions -

- and he completes the circle.

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"You're welcome." He pulls out his phone and emails Elladan. Andreth and extended family mysteriously reincarnated and would like to talk to some non-Fëanorian Elves, may I refer them to you?

...Beren and Lúthien, too?

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Him yes her no.

Of course. Should we send someone for them? Where?

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Cam shows Andreth this exchange.

"I wish the name was familiar. Uh, yes, they can come here, I'll message everybody who might like to come -"

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"I probably have the family tree somewhere." He gives Elladan the address and looks it up. "- oh, Elladan is Beren's daughter's son's son."

" - huh." She writes the messages. "- Beren says he'll come by, and Morwen and her family -"

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"How far off do they live? I got here by fairy and he probably wouldn't be hard to talk into an extra couple trips."

"Morwen and her family are in Dallas, Beren's in Florida."

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"I will call the fairy." He calls the number of the phone he gave the fairy for this purpose and agrees to exchange some material objects for people fetching trips. Would Elladan also like to be fetched from Vienna?

It'd be lovely if they all dropped by.

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And fairies are fast. Everybody can be there in an hour.

imladris

Imladris is built into the Alps. It's pretty.

"Yep, that'd be a place where Elves live."

He ushers them all in. "My father built it in the middle of the Second Age, after the fall of Eregion - does anyone here know the history, I don't want to bore you -"

"We certainly don't," Morwen says. "Perhaps Revelation might -"

"Not if he's getting it from the Fëanorians," Beren says.

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"That is where I am getting my information, yes."

" - so in the mid-Second Age a Maia came to Eregion, which was the place where the Noldor had coalesced after the war, and said he wanted to help invent ways for the Noldor to be independent of Valinor. My father turned him down, had a bad feeling about the whole thing. So did Galadriel - Finrod and Aegnor's sister, the only survivor of the Age in that family. But Celebrimbor - Curufin's son - accepted the help, and the two of them worked and invented together for three hundred fabulously productive years, towards the end of which Celebrimbor became concerned about the Maia's motives. He spent the subsequent century working in secret on the continuance of that project - three rings for Elves, which would make the bearer all but a Vala - and smuggled the results out once he achieved them, which was fortunate because shortly afterwards the Maia revealed himself as Sauron, with an army, and sacked the whole city - the rings took time to leverage effectively -"

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"Sauron tortured Celebrimbor to death - maybe wanted the locations of the rings, by reputation he may also have just enjoyed that kind of thing - and with his body mounted on a pole as their banner they stormed the continent. My father built and concealed a stronghold in the mountains, evacuated people there, harried the Enemy as much as they dared, and after five years of war the Men of Númenor came to our aid and routed the Enemy, though the Enemy had done his damage and grass would not grow anywhere on the continent for the next three thousand years. Imladris was completed, made safe, and then protected with the aid of the rings, and it endured in safety until Sauron's destruction."

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"It's nice here."