"Would this be faster if I swore to it, by any chance, because I'm happy to, if you just haven't wanted to be presumptuous about that..."

"Not considered advisable to rely on with a translation effect in place, though I appreciate it," the man says. "We're almost done - family? Are you married?"

"Oh, it's an effect, I'd been going to ask why you spoke Quenya. I'm married, no siblings no children, my parents also live on Valinor."

"Is your husband here?"

"No."

"What's his name?"

"Rúmil."

"And yours, if it's different?"

"...my name is not the same as his, isn't that a confusing practice? I'm Mirelotë Ambela."

"People say Mr. Rúmil and Mrs. Rúmil, to distinguish them, but it doesn't work well if you've got several wives. That's all the questions. I'll take you back in, then."

"Thank you."

And they walk her back into the palace, up some flights of stairs. 

"You kneel for the pharaoh," an attendant tells her, "and wait for him to address you and give you permission to look at him or stand or speak."

"All right."

"This is the interplanetary visitor?"

       "The pharaoh wanted her. Your grace."

"I'm pretty sure he's occupied, I was just talking to him."

      "Then we'll wait for him, your grace."

"But I could talk to her while she waits. What's her name -"

      Sigh. "Mirelóte Ambela."

"Mirelóte Ambela," he says delightedly, with immense care for the words. "Did they pronounce that right, Mirelótë Ambela -"

"They have accents. It's Mirelótë Ambela. I'm half surprised the translation effect didn't just translate my name."

"It's a horrid spell and I hate it but it doesn't translate names and sometimes you can get anywhere with that. Mirelótë Ambela." This time his accent is correct. "Did you know, we didn't even know you could have a livable planet around two stars. Why do you look so much like we do? Species that were created independently on other planets usually don't."

        "The pharaoh's father, the Price Fe-Anar," says the attendant, bowing and looking less than delighted.

"Don't they, are there many? I don't know, perhaps Eru took design inspiration from you or vice-versa from your inventor. I believe the planetary engineering was an enormous headache and the god of the sea in particular complained but was outvoted because the double sun arrangement is so pretty. What does your name mean, mine is 'jewel beyond'."

"Star-souled. They managed two habitable planets in the system with two stars, or is Endorë elsewhere?"

"Endorë's twenty-five light years away.

I have a friend named Fëanáro which means 'spirit of fire' and you are uncannily reminding me of the time I came home from my honeymoon and he wanted to know everything I had picked up about orc dialect speciation in case they had changed since he'd last got an update."

" - had they?"

"Yes, orcs have a lot of children very quickly, compared to Quendi languages it's really breakneck and everything I told him was probably out of date by the time I got there to tell it."

" - but how long could that possibly have taken? If you've got two worlds you must have a gate between them?"

"...no, it's twenty-five light years away and it took twenty five years."

" - huh! Your species doesn't age? Or just very slowly?"

"...don't what?"