She kneels without prompting. (She has a wistful flashback to the day she stopped kneeling and they didn't say a thing until six years later when Estë suddenly asked if kneeling had been objectionable in some way -)

"Hello. My name is Mirelótë Ambela. I am an accidental visitor from another Arda, where a great many things are different. The Valar of my own Arda found me useful as a tutor in the nature of incarnates and I have come to offer the same service to you, although it might be that you would find it more agreeable to contact my Arda yourselves to be directly in contact with your counterparts there, if that is within your power."

" - it might be possible for us to do that. We can look into it further."

"Thank you. I would very much like to see my home again. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"How did you come to be here in the first place?"

"There was a creature with some kind of portal in lieu of a face; I have never previously heard of or encountered such a thing nor had any reason to suspect the existence of other universes. It lunged at me and I found myself unharmed in human territory. From there I made my way here."

"Are your Valar likely to be trying to find you -"

"I believe they may be less powerful than you in some ways, but insofar as they can I expect that, yes."

"I will let you know if we need anything else to explore the possibility of contact with your world."

"Thank you."

"What sort of explanations can you offer -"

"I have written up summaries of the most salient conversations I have had with my Valar, and have an index of my suggested ordering for the first portion here -" Time and incentives and consent and the incarnate habit of mixed feelings.

He has questions.

And she has answers that worked the first time, adjusted for locale.

And four weeks later - "it appears we can create means of travel between worlds known to us." The air shimmers. 

It's the forest she left from.

"- will it persist, if I go through?"

"It'll last as long as we want it to!"

"May I go through and invite my Valar to it?"

"You may."

And she steps forward and wasn't that far from Taniquetil -

(and her marriage blessings click back on - she's okay it's okay -)

- and she shoves all the necessary information at her Valar.

Well, that's - interesting - are you quite all right? We're talking to them now -

Unharmed and so relieved to have a way home.

I can imagine. 

They don't think the war in Endorë is over - can you shed any light on that -

They paroled Melkor, who is now reimprisoned, but never caught Sauron in the first place and he is running amok. He conned the local Tyelperinquar into helping him make a ring with mind control powers which is fairly key to the whole business. I may or may not need to bribe some Dwarves with interworld trade opportunities.

Pause.

There's a clink and there's a ring. It no longer has mind control powers. How is it important, exactly?

- Sauron is sufficiently invested in the ring that its destruction would kill him directly but my informant was under the impression it could only be destroyed in a particular volcano.