If there's some direct reason she's so fond of the Valar I'd have to get pretty invasive to know.

You'd want - a not-mind-controlled version of you - to rescue one who was, right?

Yes...

Would you mind a you checking if they didn't have another way to be sure?

- for a very rigorous definition of not having another way. And I'd have to know she was a me, too, not somebody who just - resembles me -

He nods invisibly, remembers that won't work, and sends worried agreement.

The you is a you though, he might be able to help figure it out?

I can ask him. Do you know what you'd want me to ask?

Not sure. Too much stuff I don't know.

We've got time.

They fly. They go home and get dinner. Their scrolls and inks are delivered.

Bella paints scrolls.

He reads histories.

He figures out the science ethernet!!!

"Maybe we can hook up crystal balls to it."

"That'd be cool. I don't have any idea how you'd go about it."

"Well, how does it work without crystal balls in?"

Explanation!

"I bet we can. - After fixing the planar transit though."

Nodnod.

So she gets back to work on that and has dinner and crashes for the night.

In the morning someone knocks on the door.

She can open it from across the room.

Then she will see a tall Elf with red hair who beams at the tiny Fëanáro. "Hi! I'm Maitimo -"

"Epic!"

"Rúmil - we haven't picked nicknames."