"But–"

"Something's really badly wrong, they think Haven's under attack–" He's already halfway to the door. "Where's Treven? I assume him too." 

If you're really going to need anything grab it but we can send people for other stuff later.

He's getting his lute, then, his room is on the way to the Vinyamar Gate anyway. "Jisa, meet you there, hurry." 

"I'm coming!" Jisa shoves a few books into her satchel and then runs. Spare clothes don't seem like the highest priority. :Treven. Where are you? You need to come right now, emergency - I don't care that you're in a meeting, did you hear 'emergency', I'll explain soon: 

Quendi destroy the Gate-terminal to Velgarth. They have a quick debate about whether to destroy the one between Vinyamar and Tol Eressëa, decide to leave it.

He meets them there, heads over to Vanyel with them.

"Stef, gods..." Vanyel hugs him briefly, reaches and squeezes Jisa's shoulder as well and exchanges a look with her, nods to Treven. :All right - where to?: 

He sends an image of a place. It's an island south of here.

Vanyel would really prefer longer to rest from the communications spell, but - no time. He pulls from the Silmarils again and raises the Gate and hauls Stef through, glances back and waits for everyone else to cross as well. 

They head through.

Vanyel takes the Gate down and then sits on the first available surface and drops his head into his hands. :I'm sorry, know we need to plan, just - need a minute, I'm tired: 

I predicted that you would be tired. Stef, Jisa, do you know anything about what might've gone wrong in Haven?

"Everything seemed fine last visit? Good diplomatic relations with all Valdemar's neighbours, Van and I didn't see any sign of, er, suspicious Maia-like activity. We went through Hardorn and Karse and Rethwellan. Checked with the Tayledras. We didn't physically go into Iftel, they don't allow Heralds, but they do have a giant shield-wall and I bet it'd block Maiar too." 

"My papa wasn't worried about anything when I left." She exchanges a look with Treven, who shakes his head as well. 

So probably it's something triggered by Maitimo and Leareth being there. Probably Leareth, we've sent Quendi before without problems. When Vanyel's rested it might be worth trying to contact some of them.

"But they'd been there for weeks," Jisa protests. "Why now?" 

"Maybe it took weeks to prepare whatever it was?" Shrug. "Contact some of the Quendi, you mean? Who's there right now?" 

"Several of the science and culture teams. Their names will probably be in Nelyafinwë's notes."

Vanyel lifts his head. :I'm not sure the communication-spell as is can reach them directly, it's meant for Velgarth mages, it doesn't go via osanwë. The obvious thing to do next is to try someone not in Valdemar, like Starwind or Moondance, see if they've heard anything: 

That makes sense. 

- should we be assuming Treven is the King of Valdemar, what implications would that have if it were true -

Everyone turns and looks at Treven. 

He swallows, straightens his shoulders. "If we can't get in contact by tomorrow, then probably. I'm not sure it has too many implications right now, because - well, obviously Vanyel's the one most qualified to deal with this, I shouldn't be giving him orders. If we do establish contact with anyone, in other countries I mean, then it'll matter – it'd mean I have the authority to promise things on behalf of Valdemar." He looks down. "If there's still a Valdemar left." 

"All right. I guess we might need to do some of that. Vanyel, do you have that magic Leareth had that let him watch things that happened in the past?"

"Gods. I know the spell, but I've only ever cast it once and that was in concert with Savil." There's pressure in his chest and heat in his throat, he doesn't have time to think about it right now but he can't reach Savil and - there's an implication, there. "In Velgarth it only goes back a day. Whatever happened over there could've been anytime between now and a week ago, already." 

Nod. "Then I guess talking to your acquaintances in neighboring countries sounds most promising. Should this change our lines of research - I'm still working on human aging -"