"...I just landed with school textbooks and Fëanáro thought they were the most beautiful things ever so I taught him to read my native language and then he invented letters for Quenya."

"Awwww!"

Bounce bounce.

"But it is terribly unlikely they would be the same letters."

Mirelótë has a notetaking thingy on her person. She pulls it out of her pocket.

"...they're the same."

"That's weird."

"I'm not sure it's actually stranger than the same people lined up similarly in worlds with such different geology and technology."

"That's also really weird."

"I'm not disputing that. I assume if you aren't Valar fans we shouldn't ask Eru about that, either."

"He really exists?"

"Yyyyep."

" - interesting."

"It explained a lot."

"Oh?"

"He likes tragedies but now he just reads books like a normal person."

Small miserable noise.

He shivers.

"That explains the prophecies."

"Prophecies -?"

"Sometimes people get dreams about the future, and you can't share them and can't use them to change things? The Valar had a bunch about me and I kill a lot of people and die."

"That sounds disturbing. We don't have those and our Fëanáro has not killed any people or ever died."

"I could share them and they told me a bunch of them in case I could use them but then changed their minds about whether they wanted me doing anything."

"Because they're stupid and evil."

"They sound... weirdly reactionary and bad at communicating, certainly..."