Then Leareth will head over to where the man can see him, nod to him, and wait for him to finish whatever he's doing before interrupting. 

"Hey. Leareth, right? Can I help you?" He's wondering whether to ask if there are swords in Leareth's world, and whether they'd be usable given that they're different species and probably have different strength and balance and so-on stuff going on.

"Yes. And, I come help you." Leareth switches back to the easier Mindspeech. :I explained to the King that I might shield this room against theft of the weapons. I have been thinking on how best to do it, and suspect the simplest way is to place a ward that will trigger a loud alarm if anything large and metal departs the area. I wished to check that this would not risk false alarms for other items: 

He glances around. :Also. I mean no offence, but your people do not seem to be training very effectively. I am no expert, but I have moderate skill with swordfighting and could perhaps help design exercises. If you wish: 

(He's been going back and forth on whether to offer it; it'll make the Quendi potentially more effective at killing each other, if fighting between them does break out, but Nelyafinwë seems to have the unrest better under control, and they will need weapons and skill with them in the Outer Lands.) 

"I don't think we're bringing other large metal things in. And - yes, please. It seems like a discipline that like all of them would benefit tremendously from thousands of years of study and we've only begun in the last year."

Leareth is getting to the point that he understands most of the words used, but he still has to grab some meanings from the man's surface thoughts. Which means he inevitably is going to get a look at the ones he isn't saying. 

It has also occurred to him that this will make intra-Quendi violence deadlier (and that it'll lessen the advantage that his family, which has actually been practicing for longer than a Year, has) but it seems likely worth it.

:Of course: he sends. :I will be finished with the wards in about half an hour, and I will consider sword-lessons while I work. It likely makes sense that I work with you and a few particularly quick students, who can then be teachers to the others: He would rather not spend all day on this in particular. 

"Sounds good! Thank you."

Leareth finds an out-of-the-way place to lean against the wall and absently watch the Quendi training while he casts some wards, pulling magic from whatever artifact is the best combination of nearby and powerful. It goes smoothly; the most annoying part is figuring out what to do with the resulting alarm, because by default he'll be the only one to sense it and that isn't ideal. 

He politely interrupts Macalaurë. :Your people cannot automatically sense my magic – however, I might tie these wards to a small token that you can carry, perhaps a necklace or ring, and have it - light up, or vibrate, or grow hot, if the alarm is triggered. I could also do this with more than one person, if you wish. What do you think?: 

"Sure, sounds good. Can you do a bracelet?" He takes one off.

:That will do perfectly: Leareth takes it from him and knots the loose end of the spell to it. :It will glow if any of the weapons leave this room: 

"Thank you. Hopefully the city will be safe and when we reach the Outer Lands we'll know how to use them."

"Hopefully," Leareth agrees. :I have considered some basic lessons, that ought to be teachable in a few hours and the skills possible to master with several days of drilling. Do you have particular students to recommend I begin with?: 

He points some out. Thank you. 

Then Leareth will spend the next couple of hours leading them through some very basic sword moves, ones that he thinks they can get down in muscle memory enough in a few days to actually be reliable in a fight. He tries to figure out where adjustments are needed for different height and balance, but mostly it works all right; it's not like humans don't vary a lot already. 

He picks up a bunch more Quenya vocabulary in the process, finds time to make notes when he's watching them drill an exercise. 

They're quick learners! The telepathy helps a lot; they can send impressions of what they're doing and copy his impressions of what he's doing. They're taller, and a bit stronger, and the swords are accordingly a bit heavier, but a lot translates well.

After a few hours they're doing quite solidly and can probably teach these basics to other people.

:I am impressed: Leareth tells Macalaurë. :I would judge them ready to start leading lessons with the others. How many in total need to learn?: 

We're sending a thousand; ideally almost all of them can defend themselves. We'll know more once Tyelcormo's group is picked up about how much actual danger there is, of course.

Leareth does some quick mental math. :Then if I am not more urgently needed for something else, I ought train a few more groups to be teachers, or else it will be difficult to scale this to a thousand people in any timely manner: And he can make sure that the sword safety aspect gets solidly reinforced. 

Quendi are all in favor of sword safety! Obviously no one wants to hurt anyone. 

Leareth has his lesson plan more polished and knows how to take advantage of their telepathy and the next cohort is done in an hour. If no one interrupts him for some other emergency, he can get through another two after that before he's hungry enough to want a break. 

No emergencies interrupt him! More Quendi become at all competent with swords. One person cuts herself, not deeply but deeply enough that in Leareth's home one would worry about infections; she steps apologetically out of training and sings to her injury, which improves itself over the course of the hour.

Leareth isn't a Healer and doesn't currently know any particular spells to replicate Healing; she seems to be managing it and nobody else seems worried. He reminds the others to be careful and how to hold the blades to minimize the risk of injuring themselves, and when he finishes the fourth group he asks Macalaurë where he should go to grab something to eat. 

Someone can bring things to wherever you're going next; only one meal a day is served at a particular location for everyone, everything else you just ask for. You can also go out into the streets of Tirion and pick things up off vendor's carts, if you'd like.

:Oh - I might try that, then, I am curious to see more of the city. It is incredibly beautiful, you know, compared to anything in my world: