Leareth does at one point publicly think that he's cold, and on a second occasion wonders where he is. 

Cold Leareth gets a blanket. Curious Leareth gets a rush of relief and affection which he is careful to allow to leak into his osanwë only a little bit. 

We're camped out just outside Angband. In a few days Vanyel is going to Gate us back to Tol Eressëa, outside Valinor. We have an operations base there.

First he is going to Gate back to Velgarth, though, to get a friend of his who can block your Gifts and to formally open interworld diplomacy. 

...Huh, that's a surprising amount of detail. And the combination of friendliness and (frankly sensible) caution is very Maitimo. 

Leareth tries not to have any feelings one way or the other about having his Gifts blocked, though he can't quite suppress the flicker of curiosity at when and how Valdemar acquired this capacity and whether it's done by mage-craft, Mindhealing, or something else. He knew about it before, from Vanyel's declaration about blocking the dreams - he trusts his memories of the past before arriving in Arda a little more, though not entirely.

Leareth does not respond to the explanation in any way. 

He occupies himself organizing a diplomatic party! Anyone whose Valdemaran is accented still will have to stay home.

Randi isn't going to know what hit him, Vanyel thinks. The Quendi are lovely people and also terrifyingly smart and charismatic. 

After two days of solid sleep (with Leareth matched to his bedtime, though he can wake up whenever he does on his own, it turns out that if left alone he'll sleep several more hours per night than Vanyel), he feels ready for the Gate. They don't have a shielded Work Room, which he would really prefer given the minimal but not zero risk of accidentally letting in something from one of the non-material planes he has to get through. He'll make due with temporary shields flung up on a tent, draw on the Silmarils while Fëanáro holds them, and wait for the diplomatic party to line up. 

Which they do! Fëanáro is coming personally. If Maitimo is stressed about this he's not showing it.

Vanyel is going to get a quick private-Mindspeech word out to Savil warning her about Fëanáro's, well, entire personality, but with that he doesn't foresee any huge problems. Valdemar is pretty accepting. He's very curious what people are going to think. 

He raises the Gate to the small indoor chapel in the central meeting-rooms wing. It's exhausting from the get-go, but he sticks his head out and finds Savil with Mindspeech. :It's me. War's over, we won. Gate up from Arda, can't hold it forever. Need Melody urgently. Diplomatic party from the Noldor coming through, just so you know...: Context on Fëanáro. 

:I'm headed over, ke'chara. Need to see your face: Pause. :Melody's coming. Says she could've used literally any warning. What do you need her for?: 

:Blocking Leareth's Gifts. It's just a precaution. He's...not in good shape, we probably need her in her Mindhealer capacity too, but the Gifts part is more urgent: 

:You think he might–:

:I absolutely do not think he's going to betray us but we're going to be good and cautious: Vanyel nods to Maitimo. Diplomatic party can go through, someone's coming to meet them – oh, there's Dara already. 

The Quendi are so honored to meet the people of Valdemar which just saved all their lives by winning the war against their evil god. They're aware that Valdemar was largely unaware of doing this but they appreciate it so much anyway.  They have a lot of botanists who'd like to go catalogue all the plants in Valdemar and assume Valdemar has corresponding botanists who'd like to go catalogue all the plants in Arda and similar with every other field of study and they would like to enable this. Arda is reportedly getting a sun soon which should produce lots of interesting things for ecologists to study.  

Also, and they don't mean any disrespect but they heard that Velgarth has a huge problem with people ...dying? And not coming back? They would like to solve this, if they can, and in the meantime be directed to all the projects dedicating to mitigating it.

Dara takes all of this quite calmly. She introduces herself as the King's Own Herald to King Randale, who unfortunately is ill – maybe the Quendi can help with that? – and that's why he isn't here in person to greet them. She seems a bit bemused by the part about Arda getting a sun but takes it in stride. She suggests that they go sit down over supper and discuss what all the things are that both sides would like addressed in the next week. 

Melody arrives slightly out of breath, she jogged all the way over from her suite at Healers' in case Vanyel couldn't hold the Gate long enough and she's not in amazing shape. She is otherwise calm. Outwardly, anyway.

:Van, what are you dragging me into this time: Her mindvoice is also mostly calm, just kind of weary. :Also, can I just say that the last eighteen months have been the most surreal of my life and it keeps getting worse, and this is entirely your fault: 

Vanyel thinks it's mostly Leareth's fault, actually. He doesn't say so. :Need you to block Leareth's Gifts: He won't go into the rest right now. 

Melody sighs slightly and comes through the Gate. :I hope they'll be able to lend me a change of clothes. Didn't have any time to pack: 

The other side of the Gate is in a field of tents made of incredibly gorgeous silk sheets, at the base of an ancient crumbled fortress. 

Melody glances around briefly, then nods to Maitimo. :My name is Melody. I'm a Mindhealer - I assume Van explained to you what that means? Does your world have anything like it?: 

One of our gods does some of the same work but we have nothing like it among our people. Thank you for coming on what I cannot imagine could really have been any notice. Leareth's this way.

:When Vanyel says something is important, I usually trust him on it: Melody follows him. :...Do all the people in your world make your war camp tents so beautifully decorative? Our camps in the most recent war weren't like this at all: 

The war caught us a bit by surprise and we had to repurpose some things. Gods willing we won't have another one and so will have no chance to figure out what's more practical.

:Right. Hopefully: Melody falls silent, keeps walking. 

He shows her Leareth's tent. Leareth, this is Vanyel's friend Melody, a Mindhealer. She's going to block your Gifts. 

Right. Sure. That's the thing that's happening, then, if this is a hallucination then resisting it will just provide entertainment to a god he has no desire to entertain, and if it's not a hallucination then– Leareth doesn't finish that thought. He lies still, does not have any public thoughts on the matter. 

:Is this the sort of situation where you'd like me to do it regardless of whether he's consenting to it?: Melody asks Maitimo. Including Vanyel as well, who cringes slightly.