"That is eminently reasonable of you." 

Vanyel blinks, nods. "Anyway, through what in hindsight was probably some divine coincidence, we ended up finding these magical tapestry records in Kata'shin'a'in, the trade city of the Shin'a'in people – they're a sister people to the Tayledras, they guard the Dhorisha Plains. And we were allowed in to see them, and learned more about the Mage Wars, and...then Dara, she ends up being King's Own much later and was travelling with me, got a Foresight vision that led us to the buried remains of Urtho's Tower. It turned out I could use Farsight to Gate in, for some reason the Star-Eyed gave us permission to do it, and we went in and found some of Urtho's old journals and translated them. Also found the fifteen other superweapons he had built and stored in his basement without telling anyone." 

Leareth's eyes widen slightly. "Urtho's writings survived? ...Honestly, building over a dozen superweapons just to see if they would work sounds very characteristic of him. I had no idea but perhaps I ought have guessed. It would explain why the Shin'a'in people were so adamant about guarding the Plains. The Goddess would not have wished for me to ever find those remains." 

"He wrote about you, in his journals. I have all of those entries with me, actually - well, back in Tol Eréssea. If you wanted to read them." 

"Yes. I would like that. Thank you." Leareth falls silent, evidently deep in thought. 

"Next up, humans. The orcs think that there are going to be some native to Arda soon. I don't know what Eru is thinking but I'm worried that if they wake up beside Cuivienen or something like we did they're going to have a bad time of it, they're more fragile. Does anyone have a good way to notice the sudden appearance of a new species at an unknown location anywhere on this planet. Ideally something we can check regularly."

"Oof. Without a better option I can try to develop something but my to-do list is pretty overloaded honestly."

"I have no idea when to expect it, it wasn't worth pressing the orcs under truth magic once we knew that the Enemy didn't have Maiar remaining. We can see if we can get anything else from them just by talking, but they're very hard for my people to work with at all."

"Humans might work better there."

"Definitely, there's less history, but most humans are either extremely busy or have a language barrier."

"I'm hoping I can be slightly less busy with Rúmil and Fëanáro around to divide spell development with more but getting more wizards than that will just make us all busier in the near term."

Leareth glances at Vanyel. "Scrying would be a way to check, but it would be somewhat time consuming - do you have other ideas?" 

"Setting passive wards? Or, hmm, something like the Web would be able to sense that and tell us." He looks back to Maitimo. "Sorry, the Web is a sort of ward system over all of Valdemar. Our first King made it, possibly with the help of some gods, so I'm not sure I can replicate anything like it even with Leareth's help, but I think we could probably build something that will sense any really large change to the number of living creatures in an area, and is less time-consuming than scrying the entire continent every day." 

"It would be a challenge but not impossible," Leareth agrees. 

"We would really appreciate it. I'm also inclined to ask some combination of you all for help governing them, once they exist? They're welcome to live in Vinyamar but I assume they'll be different from Quendi in what they need and what laws make sense for them to have. And we're not, for example, set up for people with less than twenty years of experience at a craft to be net contributors to their society."

"I went native in Valinor real hard, personally, but I can at least consult."

“I think we can help,” Vanyel agrees.

"And people from Velgarth can live here too if they'd like - guaranteed god-free - we should maybe write up some guidelines to avoid cultural misunderstandings, Bella were there any that particularly came up for you -"

"I have my notes now so I can actually answer that in something resembling good order!" Text swirls into place on her crystal ball. "Let's see. I think people from Velgarth aren't going to have my probably-plane-specific attitude about gods and royalty and so on being very scary, though they might have it at all, especially people from outside of Valdemar - the Valdemaran royal situation rhymes with yours way better than some standard issue human king whose ancestors stabbed more people than any other contenders. Uh, you'll probably have people hitting on Quendi if you invite enough folks through, probably tell them anyone under age fifty is effectively a child so they're not disappointed nobody likes them back. Also the sex-is-marriage thing in case anyone does fall for some well-preserved middle-aged human. Speaking of which you might need to decide on a policy, and the applicability to humans of that policy, on whether you want to back Mandos's insistence on everybody being straight? In my Valinor I gave a passive-aggressive lecture about that but didn't really push on it much before I was shown the door so I don't know how sticky it is in the general population."

"My impression is that it is not very accurately descriptive of humans," he says, expressionless. 

"Not of Quendi either," he says, "not all of them, and it'll be less out here where they can't go to Lórien about it."

"I think probably if I ask my father his opinion will be that the Valar are idiots. Visitors should be forewarned anyway, though, because it's not - entirely something we can make decrees about - I would actually expect that Quendi will fall in love with humans a fair bit though they make take their time saying so."

Is Rúmil blushing. 

...is he?

Yes!!