There's three people - only one they've met, the wizard Gandalf who came by relatively early in their stay in Middle Earth to be incredibly excited about internal combustion engines. The other two - elves, most likely, tall and eerily graceful despite the grime staining them. Gandalf's in the same shabby grey robes he always wears, with no additional signs of war, but both elves wear layered armor.

The one to Gandalf's right - male, long black hair, pale and worn face. The one to Gandalf's left - female, ridiculously tall, long blonde hair pulled into a warrior's braid, somehow looking even more exhausted.

"I apologize for the interruption," the woman says, voice soft. "My name is Lady Galadriel. You know Gandalf; my other companion is Lord Elrond."

She places a hand over her heart, copied by the elven man - 

And all three bow to El and Bellona.

"Middle Earth owes you two a great debt," Galadriel continues.

"And we would see the start of it repaid," Gandalf says, gazing at the two girls with concern in his eyes. "It's possible we have a - solution."

Elrond sighs. " - May we come in?"

"You're already halfway there."

They step in, the flap closing behind them - Gandalf idly makes a strange gesture, and the sound outside the tent mutes itself. 

Elrond speaks up, first. "Estel described to us the problem facing Lady Bellona, with her lack of a body that fits her soul," he says, voice grave. "I - and he - apologize for the breach of privacy, but it seemed... Urgent. The Lady Galadriel has foreseen a solution. It is not directly in our power to bind soul to flesh - but it is in yours, given enough of a sacrifice."

"There are great magics at our disposal - ones we have kept watch over for millennia. However... With Sauron gone, the urgency of that trust is relaxed," Elrond continues, "And the charge we keep would be worthless, were we to hoard out power past its time."

Galadriel moves first, reaching up to her hand - and taking off a silver ring. Both men follow suit, revealing different rings. Beautifully crafted - but conventionally so, by skilled hands. Not achingly, impossibly perfect.

"These are the three rings of the Elven lords," Galadriel says, evenly. "I know you have had poor experiences of late with rings of power - but I sincerely believe they will be a sufficient sacrifice to restore your bodies, and there is no curse laid on these three. They are our gift to you."

El regards the rings skeptically.

Snug.

"...We should try it," she says to El. "And they can take them away if it doesn't work immediately."

"...Okay."

The three place the rings in a little pile just outside the sisters' nest.

She nuzzles El.

"Together?"

"Yeah. Together."

She shifts so El's in her lap, clapping her hands -

And times touching the rings to match El's movements.

It's been a while, but it's not she's forgotten the circle, not like she can forget-

Here goes nothing.

They appear facing El's Gate of Truth. The strange being - whose glowing white body has been filled in with El's missing arm and leg - grins at them, the charcoal-like outline around it wavering.

"What do you want?" it asks.

"Bellona's body."

It hums, tilting its head. "You could consume Truth - all the secrets of the universe - with the sacrifice you have here."

"But it's your sister's happiness you want, isn't it?"

"Yes."

It points behind them.

Is Bellona's body there?

It's -

Another Gate of Truth. One familiar to Bellona - a twisting fractal carved into the stone.

Before it -

Bellona's body, grinning, kneeling in the same position as El's Truth. She's skinny - looks almost starved -

She waves.

"I knew you'd make it!"

...Wow this is so weird.

She steps forward - "You're - my Truth."

"Yeah! We're connected to El, now - she's been keeping us alive." She stands, holding her hands out to Bellona. "And you should demand El's limbs back, too, you have enough for you both - it's just that El's Truth is a bit of a hoarder!"

(There's a sigh, from El's Truth.)

"My limbs, and the interworld travel array."

She scrunches up her face. "There'd be an interesting story, if you had to wait a few years..."

Pause, then, cheerfully: "But Father's Truth is a dick so I don't really care! And people Bellona likes shouldn't be sad, waiting for her."

"What else can you think of?" she asks Bellona. "Three rings are a lot."

"If our Truths are in the same place - we should be able to talk, whenever and wherever we want, just in our minds. It should be possible already - I want to know how." She wants to never be lonely again...

There's so much more she can ask for, but... She - has a feeling, looking at her Truth, that it should be -

What she wants, fundamentally, all her selfish desires. (Mostly El; at the center of her, as her truest self - Bellona loves a very few people, and she'll change the world for them. She wants what's best for everyone else - but it's like wanting to live somewhere pretty. Not desperate, not like her love for El and to a much smaller extent her teacher and September and Estel and her other friends.)

"I want our bond so strong neither of us can ever be interfered with mentally ever again, because we're protecting each other, and we can know when the other's okay or not, and if one of us dies we'll just hang around the other until a new body's made or the old one's repaired."

"I want to know medical alchemy. How to heal. How to reverse old age."

"All of that." She nods.