But, indeed. 

:From my perspective: Leareth offers, :the best place for your father to be is here. Working with the Silmarils to create a weapon capable of taking down a god. He is not wrong about his brilliance, that he is the 'quickest Quendi'. I do not think Nolofinwë ought disagree with this plan, and...I think it plays to your father's desires as well. But, you have more context here: 

His mind is stretching out ahead, branching possibilities – getting more potential soldiers to Endorë, finding a safe haven for the noncombatants if the gods fail to create one, contacting Nolofinwë's group, how likely it is they'll make it across the ocean safely in boats versus the cost and risk of exposure of of trying to coordinate a Gate... He'll wait to see what Maitimo asks of him, though. 

:I suppose that we need to tell your father: he says wearily. :...He will be very upset, I imagine: 

(Leareth has to keep reminding himself that Finwë isn't dead forever – is much less dead-forever than anybody who dies in his world, who are already less thoroughly gone than the dead of an imagined hypothetical world where souls don't exist at all.)

(Unless Melkor wins his war against the gods, this time.) 

Yeah, I should talk to him before we plan too much, lest it look like - look like what everyone sort of knows is the case, which is that Maitimo will ignore his father exactly as much as he can get away with - and I don't think we should make major strategic decisions in the throes of great grief. We have a few days, Nolofinwë's host can't be at Alqualondë yet.

Leareth nods. :I can scry the area if you wish. Find out where they are now, gauge how fast they are moving: It might take a while, but a large group traveling is likely to have lights or campfires, and in the new darkness over Valinor that'll stand out from miles away. 

That'd probably be good, so we know how long we have before we need to make decisions about them. I don't think it's urgent, though. A single rider on horseback with adequate light could've made Alqualondë by now. For a whole host in the dark we have at least three more days.

:I agree. I ought do it within the next day, I think, but not now: He could use a break from magic anyway. 

And I'll go tell my father. 

:I can come if you wish, but perhaps that is a conversation best had in private: 

I think it is. Thank you. 

Then Leareth will go back to his bedroll corner and try to take a nap until he's needed again. 

He updates him about half an hour later. I think he'll be okay. He's devastated, of course, but figuring out resurrection ourselves was already on the to-do list, as was destroying Melkor. We're going to have a nationwide week of mourning after the three weeks for learning Thindarin. 

He wanted your thoughts on whether your world has a safe place to put our civilians.

:Oh. Hmm: Leareth had not actually considered that, at all. :I think so, yes, if I can find a way to Gate people to and from in larger numbers. How many people total, do you think?: 

The Noldor number six hundred fourteen thousand eight hundred forty-one, less anyone other than Finwë who died in Tirion. Two hundred thousand and sixteen of those are children under fifty or their parents. - ideally we'd also be helping other peoples but I don't know their numbers offhand.

That's...a lot of people. Equal to the current population of Valdemar, maybe more than that. Leareth supposes it makes sense that paradise would have a higher carrying capacity per land area than Velgarth, and also Valinor is an entire continent.

:It will not be trivial to accommodate even two hundred thousand people in my world: he admits. :But possible, certainly for a timespan of a year or so, and I suppose they might be spread across multiple countries to ease the burden of feeding that many mouths. It would need to be carefully coordinated. I am willing to make that effort, though: 

Do you rule a country, in Velgarth?

:Approximately. It is...somewhat complicated: A 'country' that consists almost entirely of an army and its supporting logistics, only a couple of years away from readiness for a plan that, almost certainly, no longer makes sense. Fortunately, he expects things to run pretty smoothly in his absence, at least for a few months. His commanders are aware that the final go-ahead may not be for an invasion after all; still, they're going to be incredibly confused if he announces that the alternate plan is feeding and housing a hundred thousand Quendi refugees. But the resources for it are there.

:Vanyel, whose aid I hope to obtain, is one of the main advisors to the King of a neighbouring country: he adds. :Between my resources and theirs, we ought to be able to accommodate all of your civilians: 

Okay. I will talk with the locals, and try to get a sense of their numbers and how easily they could be relocated without creating a tempting target for the Enemy. Then once we figure out whether Melkor's next offensive is planned here or in Valinor it's just a question of moving the people at risk. - I don't know whether we need to prepare for sustained campaigns on both continents. I don't think so? Even if he can beat the Valar I doubt he can do it with half his resources. But - maybe there's more where the spider came from.

:Maybe. We did not know about the first one. Though I think if Melkor had more resources easily accessible, he would probably have used them against your people, as you said before. Anyway - if you can coordinate with the locals here, I can work on re-establishing contact with my world. I ought also put some time toward arranging communications with Valinor, ideally ones that do not require my direct help every time, and I can work with your brother on improving the combined artifacts. Hopefully I can give the rest of the Noldor forces here more durable protections in a week or two: 

It's a lot; he'll need to think through the most sensible way of prioritizing. Leareth does have more hours a day of study-type work than of heavy magic casting, which will help decide some of it. 

That sounds good. Thank you. Let me know if you think of anything else you need.

:Paper or something else to write on would be helpful, if they have it here: He needs to lay out a research agenda and it's a lot easier if he doesn't need to keep all of it in his head. 

I can get that. The locals don't have it but my father does.

:Thank you: Leareth goes back to his sleeping-corner to set up. 

Getting numbers for the local groups turns out to be hard; there are dozens of them, and each knows only their own numbers. Most people are sheltering in Elwë's realm and Elwë's wary of the Noldorin envoy. He sends Leareth guesses with slowly shrinking error bars. There are more people on this side of the sea than in Valinor.

Improving the artifact linkages is easier! It's more valuable to make Leareth's magic work better with existing artifacts than to design artifacts that link better but he's starting to get a good idea of how to do the second thing, too, and if they ever have enough time maybe they'll set some people to doing that.

Leareth lists out all of the potential avenues for finding Velgarth again – he needs to explore for other planes, there are various tests he can run, he wants to invent a spell that can communicate between the planes and then ideally make an artifact for it. He's not sure if permanent Gates are possible here but if so he wants to make one for any large inter-world Gate, so it exhausts him less.

He thinks about where and how to accommodate Quendi refugees in Velgarth, or what magics could be used to make a place safe for them here. 

He works with Curufinwë on artifacts; with some less-pressured time to spend on it, they can make pretty quick progress, he thinks within less than a week he'll have a robust combination that will last through repeated use and even some amount of damage in combat. At that point it'll make sense to churn out a lot of artifacts for the rest of Fëanàro's people, but not yet. 

He scries for the location of Nolofinwë's host, finds them, checks their movement a few times a day. 

They're making their way towards Alqualondë. There's about a hundred thousand of them, travelling in groups much smaller than that so they can scatter if anything terrible shows up. 

Elwë lets some people in to talk. His people are apparently buying armor from Dwarves, who are of course gouging them for it; the Noldor have the same dubious opportunity.