I'm sorry. We can leave. Let's just -

We can't leave. We should never have agreed to come. 

We will be able to leave pretty soon.

I want to stay to hear their plan, but - after that I would leave with you. 

Vanyel can't think of anything else to do, right now - he can't reach Jisa, he can't even really talk to her, Mindspeech is blocked and neither of them has osanwë. He sits down on the ground, hugs his knees to his chest. Waits. 

After perhaps twenty minutes the Valar announce that everyone is dismissed until the delegation from Vinyamar can arrive and the conversation can resume, hopefully after contemplation on all sides. 

AS FOR NELYAFINWE MAITIMO, WE SOUGHT THE COUNSEL OF ERU IN THIS MATTER. HE IS BANISHED FROM VALINOR FOR TWELVE AGES OF THE WORLD. WE FEAR THAT IN ENDORE HIS HARM WOULD STILL REACH INTO VALINOR. HE WILL BE BANISHED FROM ARDA ALTOGETHER.

- shock - disbelief - delight -

Manwë waves his hand, and Maitimo vanishes.

"Oh, come the fuck on that's completely ridiculous, are you insane, Eru is evil and not on our side here -"

Love you're not helping -

THEY MIGHT HAVE SENT HIM BACK TO SAURON!!!!

I know and it's very very bad but hopefully they did not do that and we can ask them and you are not helping!!

"Lord Manwë did you send him to Velgarth - where in Velgarth -"

The Valdemarans and Karis are preparing to leave with Findekáno. Telumë sits outside by a fountain, trying the communications-artifact to reach Vanyel every five minutes or so. 

<Telumë?>

He's startled enough that he finds himself on his feet. <Nayoki? What> 

<First of all we would appreciate if you gave warning before leaving. Second. We have a - situation>

<What> 

<We...have your Quendi prisoner here again. Somehow. He did not arrive via a Gate and we are very confused>

Oh no. This - it has to be the Valar, deciding to exile him from Arda entirely after all, but what a stupid idea. 

<Is he...> 

<Unconscious, right now. Please come back soon> 

Telumë promises he will. He spends a minute or so focused on calming his racing heart, and then tries for Vanyel again. This time it works. 

Vanyel waits out the message. Asks a couple of clarifying questions. Puts his head down in his hands.

Mindspeech is working again along with his other magic. :Fëanáro, Nerdanel? We know where he is. Not with Sauron: 

Well that's good!

:This is certainly better than many alternatives! They sent him back to where he left from. Telumë's facility in the north. Telumë isn't even there, he was in Vinyamar trying to argue with Manwë's Maia who came to snatch the Silmarils. His people, um, aren't really sure what to do about this: 

- I can see why not. Uh, if he's exiled from all of Arda -

He is not my son. He is Sauron wearing him like a skin. The Noldor have no concern here; Telumë can do whatever he likes.