She has a little notebook in her pocket and writes this down.

"We also have magic songs, do you have those?"

"Not unless the prayers count. What do they do?"

"All kinds of things - wind, waterwalking, balance, quiet a baby, send off or lure closer wild animals..."

"And they'd work here?"

He tries singing up a wind.

It works! "That's lovely!"

"Thank you!"

"You sing like an angel."

Elves are really good singers. Angels are that good?

"We have to be, if we get a note wrong the prayers won't work!"

Elves just love to sing.

"We do too. Up at the Eyrie there's always singing."

It sounds lovely. But Jovah pays more attention there?

"Not especially. It is high up but it's inside a mountain."

They look at each other uncertainly.

"There's nothing you'd need to see up there particularly, I just thought I'd mention the harmonies. I'm sorry you've had such bad experiences with gods but I'd love to hear all about the other worlds."

If we're going to keep finding more of me I should keep summary writeups or something.

We can have a handout. I wonder if this world has a Fëanáro or a me.

"I don't recognize you and those aren't Samarian names... they might work as Edori names, I don't know... is there a sort of place you'd expect to be found?"

Both Fëanáros so far have been the crown prince of a country, and I an advisor to their family - the names wouldn't match, the other one of you two isn't named Isabella, Isabella wouldn't work in Quenya...

"The only people on Samaria who do anything like princes are Jansai, and even they answer to the Archangel..."

The Noldor answer to the Valar, so that doesn't inherently rule it out. It's too bad there's no way to check without being recognized as somebody.

"I could go to Breven and look around, I guess, but I wouldn't be guaranteed to run into yous."

It is hardly urgent. If you have a Fëanáro I am sure he'll make a name for himself.