"I'd like to know more details first."

And so she can get an account of everything he knows, which isn't much. Picked up in the desert, quiet and nervous, accepted a ride here, the chip problem, their brief conversation...

"How bizarre. I'd like to see them."

He knocks on the door of his guest room. "There's someone here to meet you!"

I didn't even fall asleep yet -

"Can it wait until morning?"

"I think it's urgent," he says uncertainly, and opens the door wider. 

There are definitely a Bella and a Rúmil. They are both Elves and they are married.

Blink.

"Huh."

"Uh. Hello."

"Hello. ...Oh, he doesn't look like Curufinwë, he looks like Fëanáro. The question is why."

"It's a long story and we'd really much sooner explain once we've slept."

"You don't really look tired," she points out.

"This has all been a bit overwhelming."

"Perhaps you could give me the quick version."

"We aren't from here and that's why whatever you're trying doesn't work. Where we're from it's 1181. I take it it's - not."

"...no. It is not. It's 1512." She looks at Bella. "Why don't you talk?"

"Um."

"It wouldn't be a short version if we got into that."

"I would like you to feel comfortable enough to talk to me and I'm not sure why - well, why any of this but in particular why you're so reluctant to explain - we're not angry that you went around looking like us -"

"A lot of well-intentioned people have in the past taken actions that nearly got us killed."

"Are you unusually vulnerable in some way? We certainly aren't going to try to kill you."

"That is also a reassurance well-intentioned people have given us before doing things that put us at great risk. In particular we don't want to be sent home or prevented from leaving here together."

"Does sleeping have to do with leaving somehow?"

"It gives us the option."