You're welcome.

He tentatively puts an arm around Bella and watches the movie.

Flop.

It's nice to be at least mostly safe.

Yep.

Should we head back, check what Fëanáro's up to?

Yeah, probably. He might be disassembling more appliances.

He might've done the whole house. 

And they thank their hosts!

"Come back any time."

"We will!" And invisibly home!

What is Epic up to?

He is flopped on the floor with his alt and someone she won't recognize (unless she checks for alt-ness, then it's a Nerdanel), talking magic very fast and very excitedly!

That's a Nerdanel, she tells Rúmil.

Huh. Well, I suppose he didn't have however-many children himself.

I wouldn't have put it past him.

He laughs. The magic-workers do not notice they are being observed.

Then they can be left be and Bella can get back to work.

A while later he will come for snuggles.

Snuggles! "We're pretty sure Mirelótë is in fact a me."

"That makes sense, since you look the same."

"Yeah, but I couldn't check directly. Also she likes the Valar so much because she has been patiently explaining to them for hundreds of Years how to not suck and eventually it sank in."

"So probably they're actually okay?"

"Probably."

"Let's still find somewhere we can go if they're not."

"That's the plan."