“But-” Helpless glance at Maitimo. “Didn’t you just Gate here from Tol Eressea, aren’t you tired...”

“I’m fine.” Apart from terrified. Vanyel is already looking around for a good place to stick a Gate.

- to Vinyamar and then to here, he clarifies to Shavri quietly. He's not going to keel over mid-Gate, right -

:No, I don't think so, but – wait: She pulls in Vanyel as well. :I thought you couldn't Gate inside Valinor: 

:Goddamnit. I forgot. I...: Gating back to Tol Eréssea isn't much better than staying here. :Shavri, have a closer look, but if you're worried I'm going to–: what is he going to do, :I'll see if they bothered to block it above the ground? I can do that blind Gate trick Leareth had, now, I can just keep moving the Gate-point higher until it goes through: 

:And end up a mile off the ground? Are you insane?: 

:What? I'm a mage, I can catch us in a force-net and glide us down. Also Lórien isn't exactly going to let us die, is he: 

Shavri gives Maitimo a helpless look. 

I'm sure Lórien wouldn't let you die but - let's just give Shavri time to take a look -

:Well, if you'd only hold still. ...I am kind of worried, he's not responsive at all and it's been a while: She grabs Vanyel's shoulder again, then re-focuses on Stef. Her face goes blank for almost a minute. 

:...His life isn't in danger but there's some bleeding in his skull. I can probably get it under control for now and then we can move him, figure out what to do–:

:How about instead I Gate him where he can get healed right away: 

:...Van, what's with you?: Shavri narrows her eyes at him. :I think you're kind of overreacting: 

:Yes, well, I'd rather overreact than the opposite: 

Try a surface-level Gate to the spot he remembers in Lórien's Garden - Vanyel gets the threshold up but it doesn't work - then he'll concentrate hard and shift his mental viewpoint gradually higher and higher and higher, holding the threshold, letting the spell aim... 

Shavri shoots a plaintive look at Maitimo. :Can't you make him be less of an idiot?: 

Van, you can probably only get away with this once before the Valar block it off too, do you think this is going to be the greatest crisis until we don't need gods anymore -

:I don't know! Maybe!: Vanyel is pretty sure he almost has it. :If he gets worse then we'll have to do it anyway but more urgently and what if–:

Gate! It only took about a quarter-mile up, apparently. 

- is it possible that there is some kind of magic affecting him? Maitimo asks Shavri. This is really out of character. 

:Huh. I don't know. Honestly I don't think 'jumping through a Gate high in the air' is particularly out of character for him but he's being SUCH a mother-hen about Stef being hurt, and I don't – VAN!: 

She sees the flash of light marking the Gate's completion and makes a grab for Vanyel's tunic, but he is very fast. 

Aaaaaand now he is plummeting through the air high above– not that high, actually, the garden is looming alarmingly close already and Vanyel tears down the Gate and flings together a force-net to somewhat slow his fall – his vision dims at the corners but he hangs on–

Lórien thoughtfully provides an extremely fluffy field of tall grass to land on.

And Vanyel lands! He's not falling incredibly fast thanks to the force-net and the grass absorbs his landing enough that it barely jars Stef at all. "I'm really sorry about that - I know that was horribly rude of me and you've got every right to be angry - but I need your help–"

WHAT IS WRONG, VANYEL?

"There was a misunderstanding with some locals in Beleriand, Stef - upset them - they hit him in the head to knock him out, but - I think they injured him worse than they meant, maybe Quendi are tougher... I'm really worried, he hasn't woken up and it's been fifteen or twenty minutes and Shavri, you know her right, she said there was bleeding inside his head and she was worried and - I'm sorry, I know we aren't supposed to Gate to Valinor, but I'm really worried." 

I WILL SEE WHAT I CAN DO FOR YOUR HUSBAND.

"...What."