- are you an angel?

I'm called a Quendi. We like beautiful things. There are angels, but not the kind you probably learned of.

...so this isn't Heaven?

It's called Lórien. It's a place for the transition back to the world of the living. 

I'm going to be alive again?

If you would like that.

I wasn't very good at it - do I start over, or -

You can start however you'd like. I could take you home now, or you could stay here a few years, or you could go live with other yous -

If it's been two hundred years my home is probably not still there and it wasn't that great. What do you mean other mes -

The universe is - very very vast, and it has uncountably many worlds in it. And some of them are the same, or the same but for a single chance encounter. And some of them are very different but find the same people born into them anyway. In another world, a me met a you and he loved you very dearly and married you and was the happiest man alive, and when he learned that there were some of you who'd never known one of me he told us to go and get you.

Huh.

So if you want you can stay with them. Or if you want you can come with me to my kingdom. Or as I said you can stay here, Lórien provides for all the needs of its inhabitants.

You have a kingdom, huh?

I leave the running it to my brother. In my world music does magic and that's much more fun than ruling.

Magic music? Wow.

He sings up Tirion, in front of them, glittering and breathtakingly beautiful and almost tangible.

She reaches a hand out to touch a building. Oh -

I don't live there anymore. But we've built even prettier places since.

I wanna see - Catherine can come right -

Absolutely. Now?

Why not?

He teleports them. The cities that have grown up in Beleriand since the end of the war are less planned than Tirion, and more expansive, but they are indeed astonishingly pretty.

Awwww. I can arrange somewhere for you to stay.

- the forest place had a milk river thing for Catherine - I can't feed her -