"I don't think my Valar can do that, let alone Maiar."

"Tom Bombadil could maybe be a minor Vala if he had Vala-like interests and temperament, which he does not. But the Valar can easily do more; Angband consistently ran accelerated compared to the outside world."

"Well. I guess they are different. I hope this set really want to meet my set, because at this point it wouldn't surprise me if yours could casually travel to my home while mine found it fundamentally beyond them unless they convinced Eru it would be a good story."

"I've never been to Valinor but am tentatively optimistic there."

"Mine really wanted to understand incarnates. Hopefully yours have not given up on the concept as a bad idea, or something."

"I hope so. I wish we'd had you." Sigh.

"To be perfectly honest I'm not sure I wouldn't have been distracted by magic, if that had been available."

"I wonder if that explains part of the slower technological progress, too, magic was more interesting. Ah well."

Olórin returns the following week. 

"Hello - are you all right, what kept you -"

"Curumo switched sides." 

      "We thought it might be that."

"He doesn't know of the Ring, but it'll be much harder to get it south without him."

     "How'd you -"

"Eagles."

     "Did you tell them -"

"Yes. They don't speak to Manwë but he might know anyway from keeping an eye on them and someone can fly west, in case -"

    "Should we wait, or -"

"No. We should leave. But if it gets to the point where air support in Mordor is more valuable than secrecy we'll have it, so that's something."

"They don't speak to Manwë? Why not? Where are we leaving to?"

"I'm going to help them to get the ring south along avenues Curumo can't cut off. Once it's in Gondor we can reevaluate, but as long as it's here he can with a little time ensure we can't get it to Mordor. They don't speak to Manwë because they are eagles, not people, and eagles don't talk."

"Oh, for the - Huan will talk to Tyelcormo -"

"Huan's dead," Olórin says, "or I'd ask him also. Manwë will presumably know soon but we need to keep the Ring safe in the meantime - and we should not plan on this being sufficient to inspire intervention -"

"Right - I should not accompany any Ring-encumbered travel, if I lay a hand on it it's over -"

"Imladris will be safe until the Ring falls into Enemy hands but not past that - would you rather go to Valinor -"

"I will probably have to go there in the long run anyway and may have overstayed my usefulness here unless you can think of anything else I ought to do. I suppose I could explain large physics-based explosions in case that will come in handy?"

"Oooooh!!" says Olórin. "- I mean, it could conceivably come in handy."

"That's what I thought. The sort of explosion I have in mind is not intended for recreational use since I am assuming your idea of recreation doesn't involve poisoning the site for a dozen yéni to come."

"No."

She provides Olórin with the index card sized expression of physics with digressions into explosions and other conveniences.

He is delighted. He zips off to go warn and reroute the Ring mission. 

And Mirelótë prepares to travel to Valinor.

Círdan is exactly as she remembers him, only bearded like a Man. The ships are very pretty and sufficiently spacious for the trip - "and you can jump off them and swim when the seas are calm -"

"That sounds nice."