He peeks at the notes.

Here they are! She's trying to make it pretty mana-efficient in case they want to bring substantial numbers.

Makes sense. He looks at it for a while and hums to himself and then has suggestions.

He's very helpful.

Good. He missed her a lot.

It was mutual.

Teleportation spell!

Endorë!

"Where d'you think we should go?"

"Maybe make ourselves a place away from everything, since we can teleport..."

"Do you know where is away from everything?"

"No idea."

"So where do we find a map, I guess."

"We can probably just ask in the city."

"Mirelótë said they mostly don't speak Quenya here, do you have what they do speak down yet? Or I guess they might not notice if we pretended to have the same kind of osanwë..."

"Thindarin! Well, Falathrim but that's really just a difference in dialect, and it's related to Quenya so it hardly even counted as learning a language, just learning a lot of sound changes...we'll be obviously from Valinor but we don't mind that, right?"

"I think that's fine."

"We should probably walk over instead of flying, though."

Nod.

It's a long walk. He endeavors to teach them Thindarin along the way. 

They endeavor to learn.

And someone pulls over a car and asks if they need a ride.

Seems harmless?

I think so. "Yes, thank you."

          "Oh, are you from Valinor? What are they up to there these days?"

"They figured out a faster way to get here, I think you'll be seeing a lot more people soon."

         "Huh. Well, welcome." He blinks between Rúmil and Bella confusedly. 

"Fëanáro is a family friend," Rúmil says.

"Fëanor. In Thindarin."

"Is that just translating the meaning...?"