She is on a a nice walk in the woods, so at least nobody else is right there to be eaten by the snake and she osanwëd a warning to emergency services first.
So now she can worry entirely about where the fuck she is.
The Valar and Eru exist where she is from; the Valar were poorly informed and Eru nonbenevolent. Númenor she doesn't know because her world never had one.
It does not. She hopes one day humans can travel there and enrich it by their presence.
And then a hobbit walks by Ambela, a reasonable distance away, and - these people will be dead by then. Their descendants will be dead, and their descendants, it will be thousands and thousands of years' work, millions of millions of humans born and living and dying - and millions and millions of orcs, all of them in constant pain, all of them conscious even after their deaths, conscious and utterly alone, while she explains for the tenth time that time matters. If she really believed time mattered she could give it to them, not their distant descendants, she could do it today -
She twitches. Forward - then she flings herself backward. WHAT HAPPENED TO KEEPING IT ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE CITY
"- Frodo did you take the ring with you, it's important to keep it away from people - let's go now -"
Hobbit leaves. Ring shuts up.
It doesn't call to me as much. Can't give me the things I want, I think. Up to you but I'm not worried I'd be tempted.
No idea. With enough information maybe someone could review a transcript and guess whether it's willing to lie but I wouldn't want to bet even on that.
I will just write faster.
Footnote on the bit about death that in her world the dead are not conscious by default -
"There's a magic song for fatigue," he says after a while, "but do be careful - pushing yourself too much could make you more vulnerable -"