"Who gave you the access codes to those?" he asks, as though he didn't already know.

He gestures at Peter. "Also, technically, my quantum codebreaking chip, but I asked nicely first."

"Sorry, Mr. Stark. He said he could make improvements to the design and I figured we didn't have anything better to do."

He looks at Calanáro, trying to decide whether to regret leaving the two of them alone at the Facility. "And have you?"

"Yeah. These things are brilliant, but the materials are thoroughly non-magical. I've started replacing this one with true-steel, that responds to the wielder's will—goes where you want it to before you even know you want it. Unfortunately just the alloy takes ages to make so I've only replaced a few pieces; it's actually more awkward now, but eventually it'll give you reflexes even better than an unaided Elf's. And there's mundane alloys you aren't using that you could benefit from, too."

"I'll allow it. You're still relieved from babysitting duty."

"I was hoping so. Did you get the Silmarils?"

"Yep. Picked up another ancient artifact along the way, too."

Maglor steps out of the ship.

"A star shines on the hour of our meeting," he says in Quenya. "Calanáro Imbírtan, at your service."

"I take it you already know who I am. Your parents must have either loved or hated my father—if any among us deserves to be named the Jewelsmith, it would after all be one who made these." He points to the small boxes he's carrying.

"There are multiple Noldor named Ingoldo. I wouldn't take it so seriously.

"Have you truly been in Endórë since the War of the Jewels? The common belief in Valinor is that you're long dead." (Wishful thinking, probably, by most of them.)

"Of course. You look like you keep up with happenings here—who do you think gave Professor Tolkien his sources?"

"There's speculation about it, but a lot of people just assume he came across the Red Book in a library somewhere. Of course most people don't think you really wrote the Noldolantë either."

"They don't? I made it quite clear in the last line." He sings:

"And one was left, to sing in pain, and wander on the shore;
And I was left, to sing this song, and wander evermore."

"Yeah but every performance includes that and obviously none of the performers are you; it's assumed to be apocryphal whether you wrote the original or not."

Maglor laughs. "Historians really will believe anything except the obvious truth. I suppose it would put them out of a career."

"Anyway, did they tell you we're planning to reembody your father?"

"Yes, though I know not how."

He finds out how, the next day, when Steve Rogers returns from Wakanda.

"They cannot—or will not—make a human body, and couldn't make an elvish body even if they could make a human one. But Shuri claims they can do even better; they still had the plans they used to make Vision."

He hauls a lifeless, grey android out of his Quinjet.

"No one has any idea whether it's possible to bond an existing human soul to this, but they didn't think it possible to bond an existing soul to another human body, either. So I guess we'll see."

"Alright. You, Thor, and the two elves take one of the Silmarils back to Valinor and grab Fëanor. I'm going to keep working on integrating the other one into my suit. I think, with that as a power source, I can kill Thanos if we can take him by surprise."

"If you can kill him now what's the point in getting Fëanor back? Get him with everybody else, once we have the Stones."

"This is still fourteen million to one. I'm running every angle. Maybe...probably I don't come back from Thanos' planet, and almost certainly not with the Stones. We need as many of me as possible, for the next stage of the plan if this doesn't go perfectly, which it won't, and Fëanor's apparently the next best thing."

Maglor wants to be offended on his father's behalf, but his father, probably, would say the same thing about Tony. Well, probably fourth-best.

Thor, Cap and the two elves Bifröst to Valinor. Tony and Nebula head for Thanos' Garden.