"The other two Ardas have finished their second war. Although Cam's Melkor is still alive, he's held back by a thorough oath now."

"There are exactly four Ardas?"

"So far. We don't have a way to go looking for more, people are just appearing."

Nod. "The request stands."

"Under what circumstances would you not want to be a statue."

"If you figure out how to resurrect Annie."

He looks confusedly at Mirelótë.

"...doesn't make obvious sense to me either. Is there context we should have, Maitimë -?"

"She'd want to be alive. And if she were alive, she'd want me, and I wouldn't mind being alive if you have her. - I love her."

"That I had gathered."

"Well.

Is turning her into stone expensive or anything, seems more humane if even thirty thousand years doesn't fix it. I imagine with magic Elves there's no rollback option."

"It's not exactly cheap but Cam can pay us back. I can't do it here, though, I'll have to go get some people."

"Maitimë, am I correct in thinking you're aware Annie would be disappointed if you went around reading people's minds?"

" - obviously?"

"Just checking. I think we can take that as adequate for as long as it takes to find some people who know the statue spell."

So he Plane Shifts them all back.

He glances around a little bit then steps back against a wall and looks down at the ground.

"He swore, my wording. Her us is dead and she went through Utumno or something like it and prefers to be a statue about it, I think she won't do any harm while waiting on that."

"They call it Angband."

She nods.

"What was the wording?"

Mirelótë repeats it.

"Fine."

"I think that would let him read my code! But it is not here."

"We won't let the creepy one at your code."