"I'm glad.

Can I meet your dad, and your brothers - or are they all really busy right now -

- my Fëanáro is staying in his Valinor for now because it would be a bad idea to spook the Valar while Rúmil's trying to figure out how to convince them that he heard from another universe that paroling Melkor doesn't work out and it was always a risky idea for me to go back there after being banished and -"

"Yeah, of course. I'll ask everyone to come over once they've got a minute free. I - can't imagine how I'd feel, if the Valar kicked me out - let's get a nice guest room while they all assemble themselves and then you can embarrass my father with stories of what he was like when he was - eight? Ten?"

I don't want everyone in the same room but we'll have her on the other side of the island and you can go get some sleep and I'll pull Tyelcormo and my father and the twins in, he says to Vanyel.

:Yes, of course - er, call me right away if you need anything: Vanyel thanks Bella again for her help, profusely, and excuses himself to rest.

"Ten. So high," she gestures.

"Awwwwww! And so himself, already, I hear. Looks like we can at least get him and a couple of my brothers - the guest rooms are this way, if that works for you -"

"Yeah, thank you."

"We were planning to set up in Endorë, originally, but it's too easy for Melkor to do things there. And then we were set up in Tirion but the Valar got anxious and banned Gates - I heard they did something similar in your world?"

"Uh, when Fëanáro decided to run away to Endorë to grow up faster they restricted teleportation type spells. Also they broke all the necklaces I made that countered the thing where the passage of time doesn't feel important, except one, so I wound up sharing it with him."

"Wow. It came across a lot more defensible in our timeline since Leareth had just Gated a bunch of orcs into Valinor, though we were still kind of frustrated that they decided to ban all Gating instead of just Leareth Gating."

"What happened to the orcs?"

"The Valar killed them. We think - after the war, once Melkor's dead, once they're not oathed - we'll be able to come up with something. Maybe a planet far away from here, if I were an orc I wouldn't want to live anywhere the Valar might decide was their jurisdiction - I'm a Quendi and I don't super want to live anywhere the Valar might decide was their jurisdiction -"

Other people file in, and Maitimo introduces them. "Pityo and Telvo are twins. My parents decided to see whether two babies could be conceived at once, like happens with some animals, and it turns out it works fine though it was sure a thing to test!"

"Nice to meet you, Bella!"

"You got some prophecies about us? What about us?"

"Uh, it wasn't about you as individuals, I just recognized Maitimo and you and I assume the rest of your brothers as one of the people who was there when some prophesied bad things happened. Please never swear any oaths about the Silmarils."

"Yeah all right, I feel pretty confident I can never do that."

"I keep trying to piece together what could have been going on but probably the answer is 'a lot of very careful social engineering by Melkor' and I'm not going to think of it just off the end result."

"Yeah, in retrospect the information that at the time Melkor was wreaking havoc - they didn't know that part, see - is pretty informative about how things went so pear shaped."

"For the longest time we didn't know that part and it just felt so inexplicable how we'd - put together a very reasonable plan to mend bridges and talk things through and get to the bottom of whatever misunderstandings had caused so much hurt - and then it'd all fall through - I don't really have trouble believing it could've eventually led to wars and to oaths, though we weren't there yet. Do you happen to know when any of that happened -"

(He is mirroring his mental state to Macalaurë so they can notice if anything seems tampered with).

"You were all adults. Rúmil wasn't around, Vanyel told me apparently he just moved south when Melkor was paroled so perhaps that doesn't narrow it down any more than that - there weren't a lot of time cues though."

"That makes sense. I guess I'm mostly just morbidly curious if it was five more years of manipulations or fifty - but it doesn't matter. It didn't happen here, it's not going to happen here, and it's not going to happen in that Arda either. Thanks to an interdimensional visitor in both cases." 

"We're handy, apparently."

"We noticed. Thank you very much for developing the spell for us. I told Leareth we know it must've been very frustrating, to get no explanation of what we wanted to do but lots of very urgent spell requests."

Sigh. "I figure it's overdetermined that whatever you're doing is intended to fight Melkor."

"Yeah. We worry he has spies here - or somewhere within Leareth's considerable Thoughtsensing range, which he might've been able to observe and then imitate - so we try not to get into details, even among one another, but it is not a secret what the aim is. The Valar haven't tried to rearrest him, so we'll have to kill him ourselves."

"Did they say why they aren't doing anything?"