"The Silmarils, the Great Jewels, in which the ancient Light of Valinor is alone preserved, and with which the fates of Arda are eternally bound up."

What is it with shiny rocks and the fate of the universe—

"Yeah I can see how there might have been some confusion there but I am fairly sure those are not the same thing as the Infinity Stones, of which there are six."

Oh thank Eru.

"That is...good to know. I doubt this will make Fëanáro suddenly unwilling to help fight Thanos, but it will make rescuing him easier—a Silmaril is one of the required ingredients. You will also need the ability to artificially manufacture a new body."

"Okay, where do we get a Silmaril? And Earth doesn't have cloning yet—maybe Wakanda does but our best bet there is going to be Asgard—I've been avoiding calling home because I don't want to know just how bad it is there but I can probably reach Thor—"

"The Silmarils were 'lost forever' but that's by a dark-age-Endórë standard of impossibility. There's one in a ship orbiting this planet and one at the bottom of the ocean on Endórë. The third might be somewhat more difficult.

"Asgard. That's where Fëanáro's new friend is from."

"His equally-dead friend, I assume. Do you happen to know this friend's name?" If Thor's been Snapped and they need to reach Asgard that's bad, Earth doesn't have another point of contact—

"I think he said his name was Loki."

And he thought Thor being dead was the worst-case scenario here.

"Uh, that's no good. You may not have heard this, but Loki? He tried to conquer Earth. Killed thousands of people and nearly destroyed New York City."

And Fëanáro—no, that is not where she wants to take this conversation.

"We can leave him dead, I suppose."

"Yeah.

"Alright, FRIDAY—patch me through—"

Long pause.

I am trying to use their computer system to route the call, but I have been prevented. It appears they have actually managed to implement an effective security protocol.

Celebrimbor gets an alert on his phone and figures out what's going on fairly quickly.

"You know, you could have just asked," he says to Tony.

"Sorry. I'm not used to having to."

"You should acquire the habit anyway."

But he allows FRIDAY to use the lab's computer to contact the Avengers Facility.

"I couldn't stop him."

"Not yet."

"Oh my God, Tony—"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. The world needed saving, and you—"

"Didn't save it. But you can be damn sure we're gonna avenge it."

"What's your situation there, Tony?"

"Uh—I suppose this might be a little less weird for you than it was for me—you went into the ice before Lord of the Rings was a thing—"

"I haven't been living under a rock since I came out. But I know about that part, twice. I read a lot of SHIELD files, when I was trying to track down Peggy—it's all in there. And then Nebula appeared out of thin air and explained the whole thing to us.

"I mean—who'd he get, on your end—"