If he's not picky about his food or his inns he can have all that with six left over.

He is not picky, and he settles into his new room for the night, locks the door, eats some food, spends a few minutes just resting with his eyes closed, and then alternates writing down everything he can remember and practicing bits and pieces of magic until it's a reasonable time to sleep.  

He is unmolested except by mosquitos.

There's a spell for that, he thinks, but it doesn't seem like he knows it. 

...He wakes up in the early hours of the morning, inexplicably in tears. He's pretty sure this is uncharacteristic for him. It takes a while to piece together that the emotion he's having is loneliness.

Well, he can't get to Arda right now, where Vanyel is, and he has no idea where Maitimo is right now. Or if he's still alive, honestly, the battlefield Final Strike was a gamble and they both knew it. But Quendi come back, he remembers that much. 

...Maitimo could be a prisoner, which would be a lot worse, actually, Telumë doesn't remember that much of his past incarnation as Leareth's imprisonment but he remembers enough. (He did end up keeping and writing down the stupid torture memory, on the principle that it might contain useful information and writing it down maintains option value.) 

Sigh. He rolls over and curls up tightly and goes back to sleep. 

"Vanyel?" 

Vanyel tries to open his eyes. It takes a surprising amount of effort, but he manage it eventually. His head hurts and it's worse when the light reaches his eyes. The rest of his body feels distant, and like moving isn't really an available action. 

He tries to speak, but his mouth isn't working right and he only manages an incomprehensible sound. Tries to Mindspeak, but - that doesn't work at all, only sends a stabbing pain through his forehead and he has to clench his eyes shut. 

"Shh, relax." A cool hand on his forehead. "How about I help you sit and drink, and then you try speaking?" 

Moondance's voice is flat, toneless, and it gives Vanyel a niggling feeling of something wrong - where is he - k'Treva, obviously, and it's hardly the first time he's woken up confused and in pain here but this time it feels surprising...

Moondance helps him drink and then gets him propped up against some pillows. "I am very glad to see you awake, brother. You were unconscious for a fortnight. ...Do you remember what happened?" 

He swallows a few times, moistens his lips. "No," he admits. 

"Do you remember being in Arda? The attack on Haven?" 

It's coming back in bits and pieces, now; it's hard to think, his head feels gluey as well as painful. "Yes." 

"Our scouts found Prince Nelyafinwë, injured. He had a plausible story of Leareth covering his escape. We contacted you and you came, to speak to him from a distance and verify he was not an imposter. You - were convinced it was really him almost immediately. S-Starwind," Moondance's voice cracks on his name but then goes back to the same dull matter-of-fact tone as before, "passed that on. You were trying to check for compulsions. You thought it was unlikely, though, after speaking for him for half a candlemark. Do you remember any of that?" 

"Sort of." It's in fragments, difficult to piece together. "Something...went wrong...?" Obviously, or he wouldn't be in the situation he is. 

"The Maia attacked. Sauron, he is called. Everyone in the scout party with you was killed in seconds. ...Including you." 

"...What?"

"I - felt Starwind die. I had time to anchor a Gate on him, but - too late." His voice is thick. "You came back. Somehow. The Healers said it seemed a miracle. But you were very badly hurt. How do you feel now - are your Gifts working?" 

"Gods! Moondance, I - I'm so sorry..." He doesn't know what else to say. "I don't know. Mindspeech isn't. Hurts." 

"I suspected that. And we do not have Jisa or Shavri here to help, this time." 

Which means he's trapped. He can't Gate back to Arda. Also, the memory is coming back now, that must mean Mandos is trapped with a growing collection of dead Quendi souls. And no one from Arda can come to him, because he was the only active mage they had. 

"The war," he says, hoping that conveys the question he can't phrase. 

"It is not lost. Not yet. Valdemar is thoroughly under the power of Vkandis Sunlord and Sauron, but they have not succeeded at advancing into the Pelagirs." 

"Maitimo?" His throat clenches. "He - betrayed us - but, is he still alive...?" 

"I suspect so. When I passed word of what had happened, the scouts went to bind him. He was not resisting violently but he was trying to explain, to say he had no part in this, and that Quendi die if they are kept prisoner - is that true - and when they were firm on it... Sauron returned and killed all of them, and then took Prince Nelyafinwë with him, I assume. Vanyel, we can know little of the details, but he certainly betrayed us." 

"No, I know. Just - I don't understand... Why?" He's not even angry, yet, just confused. His head hurts. Keeping his eyes open is too hard so he lets them close. "What else?" 

"We sent scouts north, to try to find Leareth's people. There are some Heralds alive, under their protection - do you remember that? And Queen Karis but she is a prisoner. Anyway. It was an arduous journey but we recently made contact. Told them about Prince Nelyafinwë. He has not tried to speak with them, it seems. At least not yet and now they are forewarned. They know a little more on the state of Valdemar, but - nothing critical for you to hear now, I think. You are tired."