He looks at Fëanáro and Bella. "We might consider it. How is he?"

"Doing very well!"

"It might be a little odd since he has grandchildren older than you," she tells smol Fëanáro.

"Grandchildren??"

"Three of 'em."

"Huh. I guess he could explain all the new inventions and things to us."

"Definitely the best place to go for that."

"And the Valar won't panic and break everything?"

"Well, inventing magical things might get their attention, which it sounds like you don't want, but I honestly would not expect that."

"We'll be really quiet about any magic things we invent. Maybe we'll go to Endorë - do they pay attention in Endorë -"

"Less, but Ulmo is usually there to do reembodiments and listen to miscellaneous requests."

"We'll look into it," he tells Fëanáro.

"It's a long trip, ours tried to go as a kid and got very very bored -"

"Now he's planning to invent faster than light travel."

"...light has a speed?"

"Light has a speed, things mostly don't go faster than that, and it takes two and a half Years to get to Endorë from Valinor."

"...it does not take that long back in our world."

"- is Endorë on the same... flat thing... as Valinor is?"

"Yes?"

"Our Endorë is a separate sphere."

"Oh."

"We could probably -" he goes quiet on a warning glance from his Rúmil.

Mirelótë looks curious but doesn't push it. "Anyway, if you'd rather go there, there are regular ships, but 'regular' means 'once a Year'. Or I suppose you could leave the same way you came - I assume that was magic -"

Nod.

"But I'm so terribly curious about you and feel it might be a waste if you just vanished never to be seen again."