Both Tony and Bruce want to go.

Leareth wants Nayoki to stay behind and, in his absence, be in charge of the rest of his people and point of contact with the Avengers. 

Nayoki isn't especially fond of this plan! 

:Leareth, I am worried about you and I would prefer you not be alone on another planet: 

:I will be in the company of many other scientists: Leareth points out, very reasonably in his opinion. 

:You know what I mean!: 

:Also Shavri and Yfandes are coming. ...Apparently Valinor is a good place for rest. The Elf scientist thought I would - feel better there, is what he said: 

:Huh. - How much did you sleep last night: 

He wasn't especially keeping track, and shrugs. :A little: 

She's tried to have this conversation about a dozen times and it's always like pulling teeth and never seems to go anywhere. Although, Leareth does seem...more like himself, at least, since arriving on Earth. 

A little. She still has no idea why he delegated the Silmaril study to her, especially given that she's much worse at it than he is. And he hasn't, once, sat down with her to talk through his strategic-level plans, which is very weird for him. 

Nayoki sighs. :Well. Good luck with the experiment, I suppose: 

:I hope it is informative: 

And, at this point, he had better actually ASK Shavri and Yfandes about going to Valinor. 

...Shavri has no idea why Leareth wants to invite her on a scientific mission to another planet! 

She's not going to question it, though. She doesn't have enough to do here. 

Yfandes is unsurprised. She thinks she understands why, though she can't put the reason into words. 

And she's glad of it. Being near Leareth hurts; still, it's in some strange way less lonely. 

The three of them join Fëanor's team for departure. 

They load some of the equipment they've built on Earth onto the ship and then board, flying eastward over the ocean. Midway over the sea they suddenly turn around and fly westward, and suddenly it's nighttime and they're flying over a completely different ocean towards an unfamiliar landmass whose east coast is dominated by a massive mountain range.

They fly over the mountains, well inland, to a village of stone houses with red roofs, in the foothills of a more modest mountain range. They land on a grassy flat spot outside the village and disembark.

Everything in Valinor is impossibly beautiful and perfectly tranquil. The stars overhead seem to shine with supernatural brightness and clarity; there must be millions visible to the naked eye. The air, in this tropical region, is admittedly a bit muggy—with a breeze it would be perfect, but the god who manages the breezes is currently dead. The air is filled with the haunting, mournful singing of bereaved elves; they have been singing continually since Thanos Snapped, three-and-a-half local days ago. They will not stop for many more.

Leareth suddenly realizes just how tense he's been for the past month, and is finally able to relax. He starts to feel drowsy almost immediately.

Shavri and Yfandes feel somewhat better, although being here doesn't bring back Randi or Vanyel. But it's a dull emptiness their absence leaves, now, not the raw pain of an open wound.

Shavri's instinctive reaction to the change is to be offended, even angry. That was HER pain. What does this world think it's doing, taking that away from her.

The singing is beautiful. Vanyel would love to hear it - 

- Vanyel, if he knew that she were here, wouldn't want her to cling to her grief, even when offered this respite. Randi wouldn't want that for her either. So many lost, but the part that matters now is that there's hope. That they might be able to fix this, if they're brave enough and clever enough. And rest will help with that goal. It's what she would tell Vanyel, anyway, if their positions were reversed. 

Damn it, but she misses him, and Randi, and Jisa, she's barely even been able to think about that particular aching grief. Here, apparently, it's easier. 

Shavri looks over, notices - more with Healing-Sight than through her actual eyes - how Leareth is suddenly trying very very hard not to visibly sag with exhaustion. She makes eye contact with Yfandes. 

Yfandes entirely agrees on this point! 

She Mindspeaks the three Elves plus Tony and Bruce. :Leareth's going to insist he's fine, but I'm worried he might straight-up collapse if he tries to keep going much longer. He...hasn't been sleeping much lately. Can one of you help me out and insist firmly that he get some rest?:

That's too many stars! It's very unfair, Leareth is having emotions now and it's terrible timing. It's also an especially inconvenient moment to be suddenly falling asleep on his feet, when there's WORK to be done and they can afford delay even less here than back on Earth because of the stupid time-slowing effect... 

He wants to show Vanyel the music and the stars, and everything hurts - in a different way than before, it feels less like his insides are made of spiderweb-cracked glass with occasional loose shards catching him off guard, but he's...aware of it, fully, in a way there just wasn't space for before, and this is also the worst timing to be distracted about that. 

:Where are we going next?: he asks Fëanor, at almost exactly the same moment that Yfandes is Mindspeaking the group in parallel. 

I will try to ensure he doesn't go near anything that's liable to explode if he does collapse while using it, he answers Yfandes.

Then, to Leareth—My house. He gestures straight ahead, to a low, sprawling stone building. The laboratory is built into the hill behind it. However, I think we should rest and resume our experiments in the local morning. It has already been long enough since the Snap that this mission is not time-critical in the sense that is worth sacrificing health for.

He starts walking toward the house, slowly, as though dreading something.

Leareth is kind of suspicious that he's being railroaded into something, here, but resting does seem like the path of greater wisdom. He's also not sure if he should be alarmed by Fëanor's obvious apprehension. It turns out to be impossible to actually muster alarm; now that he's managed to relax, his body is absolutely refusing any of his bids for adrenaline. 

He follows Fëanor, doing his best to keep his eyes open and look awake, though he's not really processing his surroundings. 

Yfandes is also curious what Fëanor is so worried about, and has more energy to spare for it. It's not clear if she'll fit inside the house, but on the way there she makes sure to stay close to Leareth in case he stumbles. 

Shavri is, almost absentmindedly, checking if Doctor Strange's mind-shields on the Elves and Earth humans are still active now that they're on a different planet, and if so, whether there are any new local Elves whose minds she can read. 

She's not even sure why she's bothering, it just seems like it might be useful in general. 

The shields are intact.

Most of the elves down in the village are participating in the singing, which already tends to broadcast their emotional state over a range of several miles even if no one is deliberately trying to read their minds. They're thinking and feeling pretty much what one might expect under the circumstances. The depth of it is inhuman, though; it takes Shavri's breath away. There are also two elves in the house, but their thoughts are tightly guarded.

Fëanor's apprehension is for personal reasons that have nothing to do with anyone else present.

The house is surrounded by a wide, ground-level porch supported by intricately carved columns. There's a red-haired elf sitting in a chair near the front door. If he's surprised to see the visitors, he doesn't show it. His eyes seem to pierce right through Leareth's mental shields.

"She's gone," he tells his father in Quenya. The tone of his voice is utterly flat.

"I—" he begins to reply in the same language, not broadcasting the accompanying thoughts, but the words catch in his throat. "I had hoped to meet her again under better circumstances, anyway. Right now, the world needs saving, and she—last time, she didn't understand that."