You're welcome.

:We will wait for further updates, then: 

Further updates come in the form of a child impatiently yelling Bella Bella Bella in her head a few hours later.

Hi! How's it going?

Everyone's mad now. Imagine if they had been this mad when the Valar exiled you for no reason! That would have been a reasonable thing to be this mad about! 

Rúmil says we're leaving. My father says that I must promise to stay in the other Arda and not go anywhere else but I think it is actually not true that I must promise this. I will promise it at least for a little while if there's nowhere else more interesting we're planning to go.

We do not have another destination lined up at this time.

I"ll say that. 

And then you can grab us. Rúmil said once I talk nicely with my parents then you can grab us.

Can you give him the earcuff so he can let me know when he's got all my stuff together?

Okay. 

Rúmil confirms he has all of her stuff and also the stuff he and Fëanáro will require.

Assuming he also confirms that now is a good time -

she goes out of the infirmary and taps an Olórin and grabs the both of them in rapid succession, scoops up Fëanáro and lifts off the ground and spins once and then literally flies into Rúmil's arms.

"Hey. I missed you." Hug.

"I missed you too." She squishes Fëanáro between them so she can hug back.

"Everything's been so - 

- I trusted them -"

"I asked Olórin - ours is that one over there, the other one is the local, I'm getting the hang of telling alts apart - I asked him a while ago and it wasn't unanimous but -"

Hug. Hughughughug.

Rúmil hugs are good and important and she missed them. At some point Fëanáro will probably demand to be freed to go get into mischief but she will keep hugging Rúmil.

Hugs are nice for like five minutes but after that there is a world to explore? And he wants to see the Silmarils.

She is not sure where they are being kept but can point him to where his alt is.

And then they can hug without a tiny child in the middle. 

"I should probably let you put my stuff down."

"I guess so," he says reluctantly. 

She lets him go and settles to the ground and takes bags.

"Who's in charge, should we be coordinating about where we build our houses -"

"I think Maitimo is in charge? Local Fëanáro's eldest. Or he's at least the interplanar visitors contact person for some reason."