Well, technically someone else found it for her, since she's not allowed to leave given that she's friends with Telumë's evil Quendi husband. (Kalira is extremely matter-of-fact about this part, it's boring, unlike birds which are not boring at all.) She found a reference to the author's name in a different old book from Jkatha though, and then it turned out the Order of Astera had this one too. 

That's so convenient!! She will have to tell him all about it.

She can definitely do that! For hours! 

–However, before she can get very far at all, there's the bang of a door being flung open; which never happens; they don't have any reason to move hastily around him, not anymore, they've been settled into a predictable routine for a long time now. 

:Stay where you are: Melody sends before she's even in view, gluing him to his chair. 

- I didn't do it, he wants to object, but it won't be something he's done. The war, started in earnest, after - half a year, maybe, it's hard to tell in here - of course, that makes sense, two sides with piles of Foresight, both of them planning to add a god to the fray, waiting for a sign that their opponent was on the move - 

- and the only thing Maitimo can do is torture Telumë, through the bond, and he doubts he'll get to do as much as two seconds of it -

He gets maybe a second and a half, because Melody is moving fast and he can't move, and the instant she touches him, he's unconscious.

She catches him as he goes limp. Looks apologetically at Kalira. "I'm very sorry to interrupt your conversation, but we had something urgent come up. I think probably you're going to be off duty for the rest of the week. We can get you more books." 

Kalira bobs her head. She looks a bit irritated, not especially worried. She's shy around most people, but she knows Melody by now. "Do you, um, want help carrying him to the bed? I can help. I'm pretty strong." 

And a world away, Telumë's first warning, before anything else happens, is a second-and-a-half burst of distant agony.

Fortunately he's not in the middle of anything important; they finished the first stage an hour ago. About eighteen hours since their departure from Velgarth. It went smoothly, which it should have, every single part of this has been drilled a thousand times. Thirty Noldor volunteers are dead and there is a tiny baby god anchored to a quartz focus, for later transport. A couple of his mages and some of Fëanáro's people are poking it and 'talking' to it right now. There are still a lot of things to check, but the initial aspects look good. 

–and he doesn't know for sure, yet, but he suspects they've just run out of time. 

Vanyel's gone out to collapse in a heap and sleep a bit, and Telumë can't contact him or any of the Valdemaran leadership directly because he doesn't have Mindspeech. He isn't sure what Fëanáro is doing but probably he's better not interrupted, at least not until they have actual confirmation. Which, if he's right, will be arriving any second, but any amount of extra warning...

Nerdanel? 

Yes?

I expect to receive confirmation soon, but - I think it very likely we just moved to active war. Alert all the key people, except maybe Fëanáro if he is not at a good moment to be interrupted, that can wait for the official message. 

Mmm, she says distractedly back, presumably because she's doing that.

Official word reaches him via his communications artifact a minute and thirty seconds later. <The city of Leverand in Rethwellan was just destroyed. We assume Sauron. Population of twenty-five thousand. He is moving now>

Telumë relays this. Takes a moment just to breathe. <Maitimo?>

<Unconscious. We will keep him that way for - however long it takes>

Telumë hesitates, and then shrugs and relays this fact to Nerdanel as well. She arguably has a right to stay in the loop on this matter. 

Thank you. He couldn't have known, right -

I cannot think how he could have known before we did. I - assume he guessed in the last few seconds, probably because someone arrived in a hurry to knock him out and that would be unusual. He spent about two seconds torturing me through the bond, which he would only do if he knew what was happening. Sigh. He is in the safest place he can be, for this. It - will not be very much longer. One way or another. 

Mmhmm.

They've been scouting for other habitable worlds, in case they lose, but found nothing. There's Valinor, though not for Telumë and not for Maitimo.

Vanyel catches up. He looks exhausted but he's on his feet. "Gods. What timing. How did they know - we did it all here...?" 

"Vkandis has god-Foresight. I imagine there were ripples - He did not know Sauron's plan, of course, but if He told Sauron we were making a move on something very soon..." 

"I need to get to Velgarth and pay a call to the Shadow-Lover." He's too tired to Gate. So is Telumë. 

"I can Gate." Jisa catches up. She hasn't been back to the north since certain past events there, but now really isn't the time to complain about that. 

And Dara and Treven can help coordinate the other various pieces here in Arda. They're both taking it pretty calmly. It's not like it's really a surprise. 

"I ought go with you to Velgarth," Karis tells Vanyel. "I am not sure if there is a temple to Vkandis I can easily reach, but if I petition Him and warn Him what Sauron is actually about to do..." 

"I mean, I guess it's worth a try."