The person offers Bella-who-they-think-is-someone-else an arm. "Can I at least get you a glass of water or something -"

...nod?

Glass! Water! Chattering - "you can use the guest room, I'm not reading anything off you at all and it's really weird but I can run a diagnostic while you sleep -"

...sip, sip.

Guest room!

...and he makes a call to Tirion, asks a few questions, asked a few more panicked questions, gets the call transfered over to Valimar -

"Hello?"

"Hi! Uh - did you perchance fork recently."

"Uh, no, why?"

"Did Rúmil?"

"No!"

"There's a you and a Rúmil sleeping in my guest room and they're not married and they're not registering as - anything, it's like there's no one there - to sensors and they have what looks like a eleven or twelve year old?"

"...I do not know why that would be. Does the kid look like anyone?"

"Looks like the prince Curufinwë when he was a kid, sort of, I pulled up old pictures to make sure it wasn't just in my head and it definitely wasn't just in my head but it's not a fork of him at that age, I don't think..."

"I have no information about this at all but I can come down..."

"Oh, you don't have to if you'd rather not, I just didn't want you to get a call from enforcement out of the blue -"

"I would have been very surprised. I'll be there, maybe Rúmil too if someone's pretending to be him."

"Thanks so much!"

He hangs up. He runs another chip scan, idly. He gets some ice cream.

"Dear? You wouldn't fork us without telling me, right?"

"Hmm? - no. What happened -"

"People who look like us, but not married, toting a child who more loosely resembles a young Curufinwë, have appeared mysteriously."

"Well. That's very mysterious."

"Very. Want to come investigate?"

"Love to!"

Off they go.

Knock knock.

Door opens. "They're asleep, should I wake them?"