Well. That's something.

Yeah.

Anyway, feel free to come on over.

On over they come.

He stares a bit fixedly. 

         "Other alternate universe dad!" Noquellë says.

         "There might be infinite alternate universe dads," Aratarya corrects importantly. 

         "Another alternate universe dad."

         "Yeah."

"Do we know anything about how many universes there are?" Maedhros asks.

"No, just that 'two' is a silly number and the things Fëanáro is throwing through the portal are not obviously all landing on your Arda."

" - I see."

           "Hopefully most places won't be terrible," says Aratarya. "But if they are we can teach their Valar to not suck."

"They seem to be appropriately contagious."

"Do we know why yours were so much better?" 

       "Ambela! They were a little better to start but she explains things to them."

"I'm probably going to write a book about it once the Valar can pick up some slack on resurrections."

"It seems unaesthetic for Mandos to be unable to do things some Elves can do. He should just observe as much to Eru if they don't have it pretty much figured out by now."

"I don't think it's a fundamental limit."

"...I am confused."

"...what about?"

"Eru's, uh, available for talks about the correct resurrection aesthetic?"

"Oh, ah, after a while it transpired that Eru orchestrated the universe to have a story to enjoy, because the kind that are rendered in words aren't sufficiently multimedia for an omniscient deity, but he has become less omniscient so he can just read books now. And he has become more talkative too. He judges poetry contests and lives on the moon."

"Yeah."

"Charmed," he says to the ceiling. 

"I don't especially recommend his attention."

"I don't even know all of what happened to me but it sure sounds like absent interdimensional visitors I'd be - that - forever."

         "Be what?" asks Noquellë.

"Very unhappy."

Nod.

"So I don't think I like his taste in stories."

        "No one does, they're super sad, it's dumb," Noquellë says, flopping on the floor.

"Well, some people enter the poetry contests."

"Winning is fun even if you're winning at something stupid," says Noquelle.