'I had thought you were speaking of a hypothetical.'

Cam shakes his head.

They're silent, cold, and still for a long moment.

'You want them back, still.'

"I didn't want to kill them in the first place! I turned him down the first time he suggested it before we knew I'd be able to resurrect at least the Elves!"

- they blink, and the room is again at a normal temperature, and instead there are several other effects - a vicious wind whipping their hair and clothes about, howling but not actually affecting anything but its origin - their eyes glow from behind their mask and dust trails out like tears from them in red and silver and gold and black, swirling around their figure in the gale - they seem taller, bigger, than should really be able to fit in the room, but they're not hunching or hitting the ceiling -

Cam buries his face in his hands and waits it out.

This only causes it to escalate, apparently.

Bar has security, she said, they'd show up if this were dangerous and most things aren't in fact dangerous to Cam. He waits more. Starts crying, eventually.

The intensity starts to taper slightly, and shortly afterwards they glide out into the backyard.

Cam flops miserably on Bar for a bit. Eventually makes a pint of ice cream and borrows a spoon and goes through it.

They don't come back inside during that time.

They're probably not going to want to help any more but waiting in the bar is still his best bet for meeting someone else who will. When the ice cream's gone he picks up his violin, plays through his repertoire.

It takes a few hours for them to open the door a crack.

Cam pauses mid-note.

It does not open more than that.

"I'm sorry," he tries.

'That is very clear.'

"I'm immortal, if you want to go do something else I can - wait for someone else who can get the Maiar back, here, no time's passing in Arda while I'm here."

He sets his violin down. Sits on the couch in front of the fire.

'I apologize for the cold.  I had forgotten that physical people are vulnerable to it.'

"I'm not, actually - I mean, I felt it but it couldn't hurt me any."

'But you did feel it.'

"Yeah. It's fine."