"Northern mountain range. I actually think - I am not sure and it seems like a very provocative thing to say when unsure, but your - lifebonded - in my world Leareth died in the war, and, uh, he sends pieces of him back but not the whole thing, not exactly - Telumë is a later incarnation."

"Gosh. And there isn't a me running around?"

"No. Not a hole in him either so - 

- I am mostly extremely confused."

Belrun considers this for a while.

At length she says, "I don't know why - this event where we are talking to each other here - but -

- I'm now kind of wondering if gods' Foresight involves spinning up conscious instances and seeing what they do. Or, uh, what - we do."

" - wow. 

You know, that makes sense! And also I hate it! And am now significantly more sympathetic to Telumë's war with them - wow -" 

He suddenly scowls anxiously over her shoulder. There are some people descending towards them, with swords and not entirely pleased-looking expressions.

"I know, right - uh how worried should I be about the swords there -"

"If this is Valinor they shouldn't really know how to use them, the gods are mostly really strict about violence in Valinor, but if we're in some ridiculous corner of probability-space related to some collision of attempts by the gods to do things about Leareth or Telumë then I have much worse predictions!"

:Hello?: she attempts at the sword-wielding aliens.

Hello. What are you doing here?

:I don't know and neither does he, we were both very confusingly and in separate places and times eaten by a monster and it landed us here and we're trying to figure out what's going on:

I see. Is he injured? 

:He says not, he's lying there like that because he has had mind magic done to him:

Do you know why he won't speak to me?

:He told me his osanwë is disabled. He can talk aloud if you share a language:

He draws closer. 

He is looking at Russandol like he - knows him quite well - he is maybe crying -

- he tries to flop over into something that's more of a sitting position. "I apologize for appearing here unexpectedly," he says in Quenya. "May I ask where we are?"

" - Imladris. You -" He looks at Russandol's hands, for some reason.

...can he lift them in a gesture of surrender? Apparently he can! "That's...Sindarin?" he says cautiously. "I don't know the place."

"You died before it was built.

Do you remember me."

" - no. I'm very sorry."

"Do you remember anything."

"I have no reason to think there were any gaps in my memory up to the Year of the Trees 1490? I guess we speculated lots of people might have gaps, from Melkor's works. It has been seven years of the Sun since then and I am pretty persuadable that I don't remember many features of them. - I don't think I died at any point."

"It has been five thousand, four hundred years since then."

"Can we maybe go - inside or something - and figure out some conversational protocol that loops in Belrun, we're being rude - how do I know you -"

"That's a very long story. You may come in to Imladris, if you'll swear to your peaceful intentions."