He is reading in his cage. 

Then he is - eaten by something? - and then he is in a beautiful valley with obviously-Quendi architecture - nowhere he recognizes, but it must be somewhere in Valinor, which means - 

He tries to stand up. He cannot do that.

He tries to turn around. He cannot do that either.

He shifts his weight badly and ends up falling to the floor, not paralyzed but not able to take any volitional actions about this situation. 

"Really?" he says out loud.

Ow ow ow fucking ow she is now soulglued to two people and they are both far away ow ow ow where is she. It's... pretty, she guesses.

He twists around on the ground to look at her. 

"...uh," he says in Valdemaran because she's human and she's approximately the right ethnicity, "do you have any idea where we are."

"No. Who are you?"

"My name is Russandol. You?"

"Belrun. There was some kind of monster thing and it... ate me?

- are you injured, I'm a Healer -"

" - oh, no, I don't think so. I don't know for sure but I suspect that I am under some compulsions which, in the event that I manage to escape, prevent me from doing anything until I am collected or, I guess, starve. I wasn't told about them but I was told there might be some I hadn't been informed of, and it seems like the kind of thing he'd do, and I can't move, so."

"The kind of thing who'd do?"

"My husband. It's - kind of a long story." Sigh. "I was also eaten by a monster. ...are you up for moving us, if he does find me he's going to kill me."

"I can carry you with Fetching helping but I can't do it especially far. I should possibly first go see if there's anyone in the pretty buildings?"

" - they are probably going to alert people who will return me to my husband? I guess you could get them and not tell them about me?"

"I mean, I don't know where else we'd go, I have no idea where this is. You know where it is?"

"I do not recognize it in the specific but we have to be in Valinor, the place I'm from, humans don't build like this. No offense."

"You're not a -? Okay. And they're going to summon your abusive husband and... ugh. You speak Valdemaran, where is this in relation to Valdemar -"

"- it's in another world. I haven't heard of people getting between them without an interworld Gate or direct divine intervention."

"...wow. I'm at all skeptical of that part but I suppose less so than I would be if I hadn't just been eaten by a snake monster. Okay, so, where are we relative to where you want to be?"

" - looks like maybe the compulsions also affect forming... intentions about escape, ideas about where to go or what to do ... there's probably a way to think around it but it might be very sideways, he's really good at this -

- I'm going to list places I know. Tirion. If I am there, I'll be discovered and turned over. Vinyamar. if I am there I'll be discovered and turned over. Valimar, same. Alqualondë, same. Some small village in Valinor where maybe they haven't heard all the news, I don't know, maybe safe for a little while, but he's got to be looking for me. Haven. There are people there who can help me. Iftel - people there who can help me. Karse, people there who can help me - Pelagirs, recaptured, north of Valdemar, that's where my husband is -" 

"I'd love to get to Haven, that's where I was. North of Valdemar would be fine for me too. Rather avoid Iftel and Karse and the Pelagirs all else being equal but apparently all these places have a step of getting to the right world. Why exactly are so many people invested in your husband having you...?"

"You were in Haven?" Bewildered. "Uh, they're on the other side of the war, that's why they'd hand me over - I assumed you had managed somehow to be somewhere where you hadn't heard about the war, based on how you're discussing it, but there's no way to be in Haven and not have heard about the war -"

"...Valdemar isn't at war. I was there as an amateur diplomat trying to keep it that way."

"All right, I'm going to back up and also retreat to territory I have less reason to think I'm impaired at reasoning about. In 807, a mage from Velgarth made contact with my world. My world was at the early subtle stages of a war among its gods; the mage who first made interworld contact summoned Herald-Mage Vanyel to help him; six years later the war spilled over into Velgarth, and Haven was mostly destroyed in the incursion of the gods from my world and the attempted defense. It's been a year since that. To my knowledge two different Adept mages have done a Final Strike in the middle of Haven for different reasons so there is no possible way you would have missed this."

"I saw Vanyel earlier this afternoon. Also it's, uh, 803 in the Valdemaran calendar."

"- wow. Okay. I don't know what to make of that.  Uh, the war is very bad, you should try to avert it if you possibly can, things will go poorly in Arda without Velgarth's help but that might be worth it because the gods of Arda resurrect their loyal followers and the gods in Velgarth, uh, don't, and most of the dead in the Arda war are the loyal followers of one god or another. 

If it is - equivalently years before interworld contact here - then I don't think these people are at war with mine, yet, and they won't turn me over. It's probably worth checking."

"But they won't speak the language, if they haven't had contact before."

"In general members of my species have something similar to Mindspeech. I personally do not right now because my husband mostly keeps it disabled when he's not with me, but all of them will. It works all right across a language barrier."