So she ferries him to the other Tirion.

Where he can in fact fall in immediately with his alt and his alt's father and grandfather and talk magical engineering with no awkwardness and no acknowledgement of any other features of his world.

Good.

"I told everybody what to expect."

"Thank you."

"It's not clear to me who my counterpart is in the other Valinor - to decide what technology they want and at what pace, that sort of thing -"

"Arafinwë's in charge formally..."

" - I could ask ours to get in touch with him but I don't know if he'll be interested."

"Yeah. Might be able to vouch enough to smooth the way for you to interface directly?"

"I don't want to impose if people - have nightmares -"

"I think Arafinwë in particular probably won't - he never left Valinor - but maybe hold the meetings here."

"That we could probably arrange - I wish we'd had the children 30 Years earlier -"

Nod. "Well. You're good at delegating and this calls for some of it anyway."

"This calls for having nothing to do with any of it, honestly, but it's not just this - Father's been throwing things through the portal -"

"Friendly sorts of things, I hope."

"Oh, did he not show you the design? It's a purely mechanical music player and some sculptures and some abstract representations of physics -"

"He didn't! That's cute."

"I suppose it could still hit someone on the head, but otherwise it should be appreciated. We hope."

Giggle.

"Did you get a chance to suggest to Arafinwë he come here to meet people he can coordinate with?"

"No, but I can drop by next time I'm there."

"Does magic look cool?"

"It does!" Bounce.

"The songs are a hit. Eru expressed regret he hadn't thought of that."

"They're such fun!"