"...what would the one of you who came with the place do, then?"

"All these planets without any gods at all. I'm surprised any mes spend much time in their home worlds, really."

"All right, I guess we can try pitching the weirdest reality show ever if we ever find an underailed Arda nowish."

"The me will be very annoyed when everything is explained but they won't feel like it's just objectively better that they die even if they could be made to find life tolerable."

"...does this need to be a different too-late one, would it be... a bit much... if we hauled the one out of his black hole -"

"I think you'd need to not tell them anything - get them out of Mandos, fix them as much as you can fix them without waking them, they kill themselves and they wake up a thousand years before it all started with just enough space to believe that they didn't do it - If we know that not existing is an option then it's really really really hard to keep on going -"

"So this relies on being able to find another too-late and a matching variety of Arda at the same time or subsequently which we can stand to leave mostly alone because I assume that if one day it's like 'oh look it's a thousand years ago' and the next day it's 'oh look aliens' it looks way less plausible -"

"Yup. Eventually if we find enough Ardas there'll be matches but it's very very far from a magic solution."

"Well, better than it not being doable at all."

"Not sure who it's better for, but."

"It might not be, we'd want to check with the Findekáno and also the couple of half-elves adopted during the Silmaril-related-murder-incidents. And I guess other family members but they didn't seem even slightly inclined to be impediments to cessation of existence last time."

"This time either. My family doesn't hold with obligations being a thing, really. Or, less than me, so if I don't think that's overriding then they won't raise it with me as if I might have missed it."

Nod.

"Can't speak to my cousin or, uh, adopted children."

"Well, there's lots of Findekános to issue predictions about future Findekános and there's - just the one set of the adopted children but there are those."

"What's the story there -"

There's a writeup; Sibyl digs it up and hands her computer over, scrolling down occasionally.

"...weird."

"Little bit, yeah. Elrond hangs on to the crystal ball there for lack of the usual suspects."

"I'd like to meet him. Or is that painful or something."

"You do not even look identical to his dad or anything so it'd probably be fine."

"Kids - in wartime, too -"

"I'm not actually sure but they may've been accidental? We should look more into how half-Elves work."

"That sounds valuable especially if I am correct in my anticipation that Laurië is going to run off and marry the first alt she meets who isn't genetically related to her."

"It seems somehow impolite to ask Elrond directly. Maybe that Macalaurë knows, he co-parented them."