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.
Somewhere rural! Those are lovely mountains which she's definitely never seen before, in person or in pictures, and twenty miles away or so down in a valley there's a village which...looks like maybe it was an experimental project by blind people or small children or people exclusively working with their bad hand? Orc territory doesn't have many rural areas but orc buildings would be prettier. There are people going in and out and about. They look more like Elves than anything else but half of them have their hair short and the other half have it loose.
There's another, similar village farther down the river and beyond that the river turns behind some landscape features.
This village smells. That is probably because they appear to throw their sewage out the window into the street. On closer inspection the people are also shorter than Elves, and some of them have skin that is wrinkled and creased and crumbly, and most of them who are fully grown appear to either have rotting teeth or no teeth.
When she's very close and the smell is very unpleasant they notice her. There's nervous chattering. Some people pull their children inside where the children promptly peek through the curtains (the windows don't have windowpanes). Some people sort-of bow. At least a few of them awkwardly put a scarf over their hair.
A woman looks at her dubiously and then goes inside and helps another woman, this one with paper-thin nearly translucent skin and lots and lots and lots of wrinkles and a general air of intense fragility, out to look at Mirelótë. The second woman has a creaky voice. "A star shines on the hour of our meeting!" she says in Quenya, with the air of someone who knows exactly one phrase of Quenya.
"There's tree Elves and there's the Elves who came from the Undying Lands. You came from the Undying Lands. The tree Elves don't like the Elves who came from the Undying Lands because of the wars and the trying to rule them and taking their land and kidnapping their children and things. The Elves who came from the Undying Lands think the tree Elves are stupid. At least that's how Mannish schools teach it. This place is tree Elves, this place is tree Elves but the rulers came from the Undying Lands, this one is all Undying Lands Elves."
"I am hoping," she says to the empty wilderness, "that my being here at all means you have decided it would be fabulously entertaining to have the place renovated to match your - neighbor - and can't bear to do it yourself. I will not be at all fetchingly engaged in the story if instead dreadful things happen to me. I will just be annoyed."
"I am very confused about that part. What seems from my perspective to have happened is that I was out for a walk and was eaten by a bizarre monster," looked like this, "whereupon I was a few days' hike that way," point, "near a town full of a species I'd never previously heard of. It is entirely reasonable that you'd find this a ridiculous story."
"I hadn't heard of Men and would, if they existed, have expected to. The year at home is 1512 as counted in Valian Years from the Elves' arrival in Valinor. Orcs are the peaceful neighbors of Endorë Elves and Dwarves and have tourism bureaus so nobody has a reason to wander around carrying bows and arrows - hunting isn't even very popular anymore -"
"There is routine word between Valinor and Endorë. Ulmo is usually over there in case the people of Endorë need anything and he's in constant communication with the other Valar. I talk to the Valar all the time as my day job. If Men had existed for a week I would have expected to have heard about it."
"It's - I don't want to say that in my world they would not be allowed to live in those conditions if for some reason they reflectively preferred it, but certainly they would have been asked first and would not consider an Elf showing up and looking at a map and singing them a song a story for their grandchildren."
"The war with Melkor took fifty years - our years, but still - and the continent crumbled and then the aftermath was separately a disaster and they concluded they shouldn't interfere directly in our affairs so they sent some Maiar to do it for them but I think the Maiar are perhaps inadequate to the task."
"Uh, Mithrandir wanders, he might be in Imladris presently, they're holding a council of war with Men and Dwarves and Elves to decide what to do - Saruman is at Orthanc -"
"Mithrandir is Olórin in the Quenya," someone else interrupts, "And Saruman is Curumo - and the others are Aiwendil and Alatar and Pallando but their locations are not known, and haven't been for some centuries - Aiwendil surfaces occasionally -"
"This way."
Within a few dozen paces the forest becomes properly pretty; the trees are Valian ones, hundreds of feet tall and thriving and glimmering and filtering the sunlight nicely. There are stunning little carven treehouses up in the highest branches. The grass is soft and springy; there are valleys full of blooming flowers. It is not the prettiest place Mirelóte has ever been but it is exactly what you'd expect from Elves doing low-density low-tech tree living for some reason. People occasionally stop to stare, though they manage to keep it to one at a time; probably everyone else is borrowing the starer's vision.
"It takes a considerable distance before it can be observed to delay. A light-year is almost six trillion miles. We did not traverse a sea - I see the problem now - in my world Endorë and Valinor are separate planets, orbiting separate stars. There was a bit of delay collecting everyone onto the ships first, but the bulk of the journey was spent traveling near the speed of light in airtight miniature ecosystems through hard vacuum."
"If the war could be ended with your help it would be an extraordinary good. The kingdoms at risk of falling to Sauron are the Mannish kingdoms where Men live longest, occasionally learn to read, know the history, know enough of various arts to make themselves good lives. It would be a loss beyond their dying even sooner if their lands are lost."
Nod. "Anyway. We spent twenty-five years flying to Valinor and settled there. I'm a Noldo but lived most of the time in Valimar once I grew up, studying the Valar and explaining things that they have trouble with. They captured Melkor, and his Maiar, who are imprisoned to this day with a virtual reality setup to keep them amused, except Thuringwethil, who made good at her trial."
"...I still, uh, do know them, they're all fine. My you I don't know quite as well, she doesn't get along particularly well with Fëanáro and things get sort of partisan around him and even when I think he's being silly I'm very fond of him, I was around a lot while he was growing up. Mandos didn't run our Miriel disembodied to ask her questions..."
"There is a disconnect here - uh - my soul is or at least before I came to this world was continually sending copies of my mindstate to Mandos instantaneously, such that it doesn't even take twenty-five years to get there from Endorë, and if I die and my soul is intact a new body can be put around it and I can resume as though I blacked out for the interim and if my soul is destroyed Mandos can put my mindstate as it was at the last moment before my death on a fresh chip and embody the chip. There's nothing to be conscious while someone is dead - a disembodied soul doesn't do any processing without a brain - Mandos can run the mindstate on non-body architecture if he needs to ask the dead questions or something but he doesn't keep them like that unless they prefer to be conscious but disembodied for some reason -"
"This is really not a happy story, particularly if you knew them. Just - so you're braced. The magical things were called the Silmarils, and they were made from the light of the Trees which was of course the light of creation, and at the time he told us they were just beautiful but they were weapons he meant to use to found and defend his own civilization free of the Valar."
"Sorry. Uh, in my world, planets orbit suns at a distance of some light-minutes and moons, where planets have them, orbit planets at a distance of a few light-seconds. Light bounces from suns onto moons, which are just rocks and do not shed light. It would be fairly unheard of to have a planet roaming about without a sun. Without a moon, there would be no tides - unless I suppose Ulmo was handling them manually - and without a sun there would be no light, even shining trees couldn't cover the whole globe unless they were also motile."
"I'd be skipping a bit ahead, but he was murdered, Lúthien for unrelated reasons chose to die permanently and irretrievably, she tried to hold it together because she was protecting a kingdom of half a million against Melkor singlehandedly but she slowly fell apart from grief - it just shredded her -"
"In 1400 the world is flat and Melkor so so deeply regrets the things he did and the orcs are sworn to him but he can release them, and he begs the Valar to permit him to do so, and they do and he does and he leverages it into a supervised parole and he's very obedient and very regretful and for six hundred years doesn't put a toe out of line -
- and then the lies - he figured out who to tell to set Nolofinwë and Fëanáro at each other's throats, they weren't stupid but they both had that blind spot, and he spent three hundred years digging rifts and sowing rumors and letting people witness things that didn't actually happen and eventually Fëanáro started forging weapons because of course he did -"
"And everyone else started too, once he'd started it, there were people trying to calm them all down but there were lies undoing every calming measure they took, whenever they placed a bet it'd come up against them, he was good at what he was doing and he'd had the head start - and eventually Fëanáro threatened Nolofinwë with his sword and then Finwë pieced together what was going on and told everyone it had been Melkor and to please just calm down - but the Valar got word and were so upset - someone threatening someone in Valinor - and exiled Fëanáro for 12 Years -"
"That of course went over well. Finwë resigned. Half the city followed the two of them north into exile. Nolofinwë tried to talk the Valar down, got nowhere, ruled the other half. Once they knew it was Melkor doing it they were able to undo it pretty well- got all the weapons put away and the lies unravelled -"
"Well, Fëanáro wasn't going to disobey them, so he showed, but he showed in a ponytail and forge clothes and refused to talk to anybody. It was a festive little party even before Melkor put out the trees, sacked the city his family had built in exile, killed Finwë, burned down his library, stole all his inventions, and ran off to Endorë."
"Yep. He fell apart, and the kids - the kids decided they couldn't defeat Melkor without him so whatever he needed - and the Valar had just tried to demand the Silmarils from him to restore Valinor, and then it turned out Melkor had stolen them, and so what he decided he needed from them was an oath to war with anyone who withheld them from him -"
"The Noldor schism. On whether this disqualifies them from leadership or not - of course it bloody should have done, they couldn't have done nearly as much damage if it'd only been them - but there wasn't really any question about who Finwë considered his successor - it was about two thirds for Nolofinwë and a third for them and of course that infuriated Fëanáro even more -"
"Well, he got it soon enough. There's no way out of Valinor. There's a land bridge, to the north, but it's freezing and long and dangerous and at the time of course continuously dark, and we spent the better part of a year trying to find away across and there simply wasn't one, and eventually he wheels about and goes to Alqualondë and -
- Olwë observed correctly that he was manic and had temporarily appallingly bad judgment and said he should go home and calm down and he'd realize he didn't want to do this - refused him any help - and Fëanáro tried to steal boats from them, and the owners of the boats tried to defend them, and they had those horrible swords he'd forged -"
"It was unclear to what extent it was prophecy and to what extent it was sentence. It wasn't all prophecy, though - anyway. Fëanor got tired of dealing with the larger host who was loyal to someone else and angry with him about the massacre. He and his loyalists fled in the night and lit the boats afire on the other side, stranding us there. We crossed the Ice - it took years, ten thousand people didn't make it -"
Sigh. "Anyway, the two hosts of Noldor sat on opposite sites of a conveniently positioned lake and glowered at each other and eventually Fingon had had about enough of it and needed a tractable Fëanorian and broke into Angband and rescued him. And he was in fact mad, and grotesque to look at and desperately unhappy, but he was still better at diplomacy than any of the rest of them -"
"They were trying to invent something that'd let them take him but they couldn't do it in time. I lived in Doriath, Melian tutored me, she was the only person who maybe could have done it and then - and then the mountains on the northern range all erupted and killed everyone close, and the kingdoms folded, and the survivors fled, and one of them was this traumatized human boy who wandered into Doriath without reaching Melian's attention somehow and wandered into Lúthien and fell in love with her - and she with him -"
"She was a - very sheltered, very talented, very sincere young woman, who erred the way I think royals often do where they take public goodwill as a bit of a moral imperative - not in the sense that one needs the trust of their people, in the sense that disagreeing with them about anything, or being anything other than precisely what they want you to be, is a betrayal of them - and Doriath wanted her to be naive and inspiring and blissful and irrelevant, and so she was, until she met him and wanted something badly enough to notice that she needn't be irrelevant -"
"Thingol was furious. He told Beren he could marry his daughter if he came back with a Silmaril in hand - meaning, one presumes, to get him killed - and Beren went off to do that, and got captured, and Lúthien ran off after him - Thingol tried to stop her - and she ran to the Fëanorians, and they objected to the mission and when she couldn't be deterred from it imprisoned her - and Thingol geared up to go to war with them -"
"Thank you." Sigh. "I was giving you its history - Fëanáro invented a lot of things in the absence of magic to invent them with, such as the printing press and the automobile - had what seem like the same seven children though you didn't list them all - calmed down considerably about his stepmother and half-siblings once Miriel returned to life - oh, and before that our chips were changed to prevent unauthorized forking, that was 1370, you wouldn't have an equivalent I suppose - over time Eru became more active, or perhaps I should just say talkative, most of what he concretely did was award the Valar additional powers -"
"Yes, they were, and he was doing it at the expense of his own, and after some scattered hinting it eventually transpired that he engineered the entire universe to be an entertaining tragedy but with sufficient shrinking of his omniscience he could just read books like a normal person and now he lives on the moon and judges poetry contests."
"A plausible scenario for what I am doing here is that I am supposed to explain incarnates to this set of Valar until they interrogate this Eru until he fixes his somewhat more extended and elaborate disaster, because it would be unaesthetic if he just did it one day of his own accord."
"He at least allowed it. I can't rule out that it's for some other purpose, but the way his perceptive characteristics were explained it is in fact the case that not a sparrow falls without him cooing over how sad it is that nobody noticed and the possibility that he might resurrect it via exceptional miracle only to then coo over how sad it is that no one notices that. Certainly no one appears via snake monster without his approval."
"Lúthien befriends Huan, sells him on the mission. Together they fight Sauron, rescue Beren, kill Thuringwethil, impersonate her in sneaking into Angband - Lúthien reveals herself, tells Melkor she's defecting, snuggles up to him, sings him to sleep - they flee with a Silmaril - they lose the Silmaril along the way but Thingol realizes he might have misjudged some people and accepts Beren after all -"
"He'd, ah, gotten to them first, made it sound like we were at fault - he'd do things like send out unarmed villages full of orcs, and then if we let them be they'd grow, have babies, move closer, and then one day be ordered to kill us all - so by the time the humans met us, if orcs settled near you, you went down and killed them, you didn't have a choice -"
"But you can see how in the telling - 'the Elf gods torture orcs forever after they die, and the Elves are their foot soldiers, and kill orcs even unarmed, even little children, fight for us, of course they have stories about how terrible we are, everybody has stories about how terrible their enemies are, but watch what they do to orcs and you'll know the truth -"
"They murder each other in anger fairly often, they sometimes beat or starve their children and they often do it to children who don't have caretakers - orcs are the larger risk of going out alone but it is not unheard of for a human to find an Elf pretty and kidnap them-"
"Sounds about right. - so Lúthien petitioned Mandos to share the unknown fate of humans, and Mandos agreed, and set her and Beren up to get old human-paced together in peace. Thingol was devastated, yelled at the Dwarves who were putting the Silmaril in a necklace for him, got stabbed by one -"
"I think he knew but figured it was six of them - one of Ambarussa had died - what in the world were they going to do about it, and he needed the Silmaril to fend off the Enemy, so he just put it out of mind - well, it wasn't just six of them, they still had an army and their army was furious with Doriath and angry about the Dwarves and desperate to get the Silmaril - they thought they could kill the Enemy if they got it -"
"I don't know if humans mind it. Might vary. Sometimes they do, sometimes they die giving birth -
- she got married, she had kids. And the Fëanorians came after the Silmaril and she dove off a cliff with it rather than let them have it and they took the children hostage -"
"And then the Valar decided that they should maybe stop Melkor. So they did. And pardoned us of the Doom and invited us all home - I guess I was still a bit prickly because I said that I couldn't accept their pardon, not having done anything wrong in the first place, and stayed -"
"Oh, I don't regret it. We were needed here. Anyway, the freed human slaves charmed the Valar by being very very worshipful indeed, and the Valar consulted with Eru and were told they couldn't make them not human but they could make it better - made them live three hundred years instead of sixty, not get sick, not get - aged the way they do - until the very end -"
"I have no difficulty believing you.
Anyway. The war's over, they start on rewarding their favorite humans and pardoning us - the remaining Fëanorians - it was just Maitimo and Macalaurë by that point, the others had died in the fighting - write them pleading for the Silmarils -"
"Some people chose to ask Mandos to run the backups he had of their Utumno versions. The embodied ones are all rolled back, but some of them thought they could - make it so the subjective threads of experience that went through Utumno ended in rescue. But Melkor had so many degrees of freedom when torturing them that literally no one has found anything that they wanted to try to salvage after investigating, let alone anything that would have been able to conduct a coherent campaign of war and make sophisticated suicide-related decisions for sound reasons."
"Maia shows up in the place where the remaining Noldor live. Heard everything, left Valinor, wants to help us. Name of Annatar. I didn't like it but the world needed help and he was very very good with magic and Celebrimbor latched right onto him. They developed together Rings of Power, tools that would make us as powerful as the Valar ourselves. Celebrimbor realized too late that his assistant was Sauron, and the rings being exploited to use for mass mind control and mass conquest. He smuggled a few rings out before Sauron tortured him to death and conquered half the world and was pushed back by the new improved humans the Valar had given their own continent. The new improved humans got mad about, ah, mortality, complained to the Valar, the Valar gave 'em a condescending lecture and cut off diplomatic relations. The new improved humans started conquering and colonizing and enslaving the normal, inferior humans. Sauron made friends with them and offered to help them invade Valinor."
"You can take some humans in but not as many as you'd think, they need - willingness to routinely investigate and enforce rules - like, they'll take other peoples' things and hide they did it, and it doesn't come up much as long as they know there'll be trouble over it but it comes up all the time if you just - trust them not to -"
"I am making the inference that I am more likely to be here to do something useful than to suffer pointlessly - partly because I am not confident my original Eru would have been inclined to loan me out elsewise and imagine collaboration more likely than theft - and will at least for the moment obey the obvious signage."
They travel. They tell stories about Lothlórien (the city they left) and Imladris (the one they approach) and centuries of war. They teach Mirelóte magic and non-magic songs. They mention the Nazgul, the Men Sauron enslaved with his rings, truthfully promising the rings would make them immortal and neglecting the price.
Some of them have a perfectly-harmless-in-context ongoing devotion to Melkor, of whom they feel sort of possessive; they have Thuringwethil around for the occasional miracle if they don't want to go to Ulmo for something. They love children, so much, thus the thirty-story playgrounds and all their careers being friendly to bringing babies and toddlers with you and the sprawling apartments and kids' toys of such loving design that even Elves import them. (The orcs don't make things ugly; just non-Elfy, efficient, squarer and darker.)
There are Elves, singing. There are Dwarves, talking eagerly and quickly mostly in a signed language she doesn't recognize. There are a couple of - human children? Maybe? Squat and with curly hair and large hairy feet but otherwise human-looking - wandering around. There are more conventional humans. They look healthier than the ones she saw - aside from the hair growing on their faces they could be Elves.
And that is when something else makes itself known to Ambela's attention. It is in the room across the hall. She knows this because it is informing her. That's all it is doing, just information. It is one of the Rings of Power Tyelperinquar made. It makes a weak-willed bearer a slave of Sauron but it makes a strong-willed bearer more powerful than the Valar and the right person more powerful even than that. The One Ring, they call it, and they are afraid to take it up, because they do not trust themselves to rule the world.
And that is what it does. It is seductive, but not falsely seductive; its promises are entirely sincere. Tyelperinquer was afraid he had too much of his grandfather in him; everyone else still alive has far too little. And so it has tumbled through the eons, the means to end this war and all war -
"Mirelótë?"
Sauron used it to make the humans who served him immortal but you could make them all immortal just as easily - Sauron did not figure out how to bring back the ones already dead because why would he care to, but she could. The shapes Sauron warped them into were ugly and terrible but she could make them stronger, resilient to illness and injury, as easily as he made them ghoulish and frightening. The Elves won't touch it but they sequester themselves away in these places where they can forget why there is need for it -
"Lord Elrond wants to see you."
"That you're from - another world where the Valar were maybe more competent to start with and had a larger and more technologically advanced cohort of Elves to help teach them, something you do personally, and none of the - none of the later horrible things happened at all -"
"Right. Ah, and a few decades back we learned that Eru is principally motivated by constructing moving tragedies and is simply too unbound by perceptive limits temporal or physical to find ordinary narratives compelling, so he sets them up with real people, and ours was convinced to stop that and shrink to the point that he could just read books, so now all our lives are unencumbered by this tendency but our media is aggressively depressing, and I now strongly suspect that I am here because I will make really interesting faces if placed within forty feet of the Ring but that I may also be allowed to do other productive things."
"Let me know if you ever feel like learning some aggressively depressing songs would be a good use of time. - anyway, my long-game strategy would look like going to your Valinor and telling your Valar all the things mine already know, which has the disadvantage of potentially taking several yéni and leaving you with a pleasingly fixed world only after the war has done more damage than it has already. There may be something more immediately useful, though."
"- eighty percent? It worked once but the conditions are different here - I might have to begin by teaching them physics, depending on what was going on with your world having been flat initially - I suppose it could go faster if they turn out to be capable of communicating directly with my Valar, or, less outlandishly, cut it down by parallelizing with help from any sympathetic parties available to talk to Ulmo while I work on Nienna and so on, but since these Valar have had more - distressing experiences - it may be harder to elicit sympathy correctly or convince them to reverse decisions they see as already made - and I do not think I can open with the revelation about Eru and will be less sincere in some of my arguments if I don't begin from a position of actual bewilderment about him - but they mean well and I did it once."
"I'm not sure. In my world people who were captured are rolled back - there's no realistic alternative because the captives all had their minds duplicated dozens or hundreds of times after capture, which would be one thing if the dozens or hundreds wished to exist but none of them do. So I have no preexisting solution to recommend that isn't, well, deleting all post-capture memory, which may or may not even be feasible with the different soul architecture."
Nod. "It's likely that I should go to Valinor and try repeating myself eventually - and I should at minimum write down the lines of argument that proved useful and which were dead ends in outline format so that someone else can try rendering them if anything happens to me - but I would like to exhaust my usefulness here first, since apparently the local Valar have a no-emigration policy about which I don't even recall a preexisting conversation to re-have."
"I'd probably start with 'it works in my world, have you considered categorizing differently', go from there - after listening and asking questions about their perspective on it for days if not weeks - my work is honestly a bit tedious and will not get more interesting as a repeat performance -"
"We're higher tech. I worry this will just provoke escalation if deployed the wrong way - I am very confused about the state of your Ainur's knowledge of physics and it is not impossible that Sauron could match anything you manufactured and merely is choosing not to do so for the same reason Melkor chose to invent orcs when they're barely a strategic consideration for anything other than psychological warfare - but it's worth considering. If there is a way to get a message into Valinor without literally traveling there your Valar might be able to reach mine, if they were interested in doing so, and I can just straightforwardly ask mine for help."
"I have at least read cursory explanations of all the necessary steps of manufacture but that's very different from having the skills and it requires extremely precision engineering and very specific highly refined materials. And it wouldn't even get you something that would usefully tolerate being shot by an orc who thought it looked tasty."
"I will not be able to osanwë humans and hobbits directly - unless I'm running on some sort of guest functionality here, which I suppose could bear testing. Dwarves are immune at home too, although most of the reduced vulnerability is just a matter of not having chips. - If they are generally immune to magic can they handle the ring safely?"
"They are likely to be able to handle it more safely - it can still affect them through avenues other than outright mind-control - induce sleep deprivation, say, and anything else you can get by affecting the body, and then be tempting entirely on its merits - but it'd be safer than an Elf handling it. Dwarves mostly, ah, want things."
"The ring told me a lot of things - eerily well chosen things, it went for 'you could make humans immortal' and not the more broadside option of 'see your husband again' or something - would it be that accurate with a Dwarf or would it have to go for 'money, lots of it' -"
"I don't know. Depends how it works - maybe it reads your mind and finds out what you care about, maybe it has a power to make its most attractive aspects apparent to anyone who engages with it - I doubt it could read a Dwarf but I'm not sure it couldn't sort itself to be appealing to a Dwarf, if that's the underlying mechanic -"
"My germ of an idea will not work if you have the misfortune to find a Dwarf who is motivated by something nonfungible. But the ring did not offer me a way home and it might be that it can't offer a way to my home. And one thing about having more people and free orcs and a higher tech society is that we are very, very rich -"
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 -
It's a war conference; war conferencing occurs. Some Dwarves and some Hobbits, with Men to clear the passage through human territory and an Elf and a Maia escort for the first, safer leg of the trip agree to take the ring to Orodruin. Olórin can't contact Valinor but he thinks Curuno might know how to do it.
"Rúmil you wouldn't have met but may have heard of, though if this one cares to take up the work I can't guess - I don't know if you have copies of some of them at all - no one I am sure you've met. Maitimo would have been on there but I must assume him dead and in no condition anyway."
"Okay - what things exist that might, if they so chose, have waylaid Olórin, then we can sort in order of likelihood - it is unlikely that the literal hand of Eru descended from the sky to squash him but Olórin himself could not have prevented it, by that standard what things -"
"So what seems most likely - that a 'single patch of land' Maia up and left home - that Sauron acted in a way that left no trace of which word has reached here - that the Valar left home without even a year of work, let alone thousands - that Eru decided that the story he wanted required multiple points of intervention by means as inelegant as 'random snake monster' - or that something is the matter with Curumo such that no word has reached here?"
"Eagles you send people hiking. Confirmation from Círdan should be within the next week. It's relatively safe to get to Tom Bombadil's from here but my expectation is that we'll simply be unable to find it, or that the messengers won't get back for half a century - might be worth it anyway -"
"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."
She is not planning to venture near the vulnerable citizens with all her conspicuous plot. She did send one a letter but it was very gentle and to an alternate universe version of her husband; the others are being left alone. Principally she wants to talk to the Valar and anyone who wishes to help her do that.
"It tells me I can make Men healthy and immortal and restore their dead to life. It reminds me that the orcs are in constant pain and unrelieved servitude and that even when they die they are kept conscious. It says that if I believed any of the things I am going to try to explain to the Valar about the meaning of time I would be in enough of a hurry to grab it instead of being slow and careful while millions of people die."
"Light has a speed. Endorë is a separate planet, two and a half Years at that speed away. It's not conventionally possible for matter to exceed that speed; the Valar can't do it. At least mine can't; these seem to have different powers. They can talk to each other instantaneously over any distance but not move like that."
"Differently. Our Melkor could - I'm going to oversimplify - copy people, and he can't affect time directly but he could uncouple subjective time from real time. Everybody who was captured was split into at least a dozen of themselves and run for hundreds of years like that. So everyone is just - rolled back and condensed into a continuation of themselves before capture. Some people have run forks of their capture but - then they stop doing that. My you hasn't tried it."
"Eru is motivated to produce beautiful stories, by which he means tragic ones, and natively finds stories in story format understimulating, so he works in a richer medium. Mine has diminished at the request of Valar - they are I think more pets than toys to him, they can actually get anywhere by doing that if they know what to ask and why to ask it - and now makes moon shadow puppets and judges poetry contests."
"I'm adapting what I told my Valar for presentation to these, and then in the event that they can't just - open a portal to my world and get it all direct from my Valar - or the event that they choose not to do so immediately - help parallelizing the conversations so it takes hundreds and not thousands of years to get anywhere."
"There's no reason it shouldn't - it accelerated a lot once my Valar were pleasant enough conversationalists that people just had ordinary chats with them, even, without being scared of saying the wrong thing and getting an overreaction - and a lot of it was frontloading learning how they worked."
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."
"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."
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.
She makes the osanwë equivalent of a disapproving noise at 'inherently mortal species'. There's another pause.
There's the ring. It is still providing helpful facts. Fact: this ring is vaguely disgruntled. Fact: this ring can't actually do anything twenty-eight cooperative Valar can't do with some wheedling of Eru. Fact: it liked her and it's annoyed she arranged to stay far away.
They came, stayed well away, decided it was very odd indeed, called the Valar in, the Valar determined that it was hungry because its mouth was a portal and separated the portal from the snake and fed the snake and prevented Fëanáro from diving headfirst into the portal though he's trying to recreate it -
Unreformed oaths happened - worse than any non-orc oath anybody even brought up as an example case during the discussion of the reform. And Maitimo was in the Utumno successor, which I think is technically not as bad here as in our world but they run on magic souls like Maiar and can't do the rollback thing so he just - went forward, after he was out.
"Yes, it should be possible to learn to use it safely and you might be more suited to that than the typical squirrel."
"Have you picked up humor," Rúmil says.
"Humorous understatement! It's where you describe something which is obviously very big as if it is very small. But not like 'this elephant is the size of a mouse', more like 'this elephant is slightly larger than a mouse', and even then it only sometimes works."
Here is a sort of sensory map of the world around her by whether it's abiding by physical law or not. She is, Rúmil is, the Ring itself is not, the fragment of Varda's attention is not, the portal is not, through the portal practically nothing is. She could tug on things and change whether they're abiding by physical law! It would be great fun!
She hasn't been liked for having a mindcontrol ring, maybe she doesn't know how it is amazing. Or if she preferred it she could just read his mind all the time just to be really really sure he liked her.
"You really, really are not going to win this one," Rúmil says to the ring, and kisses his wife.
Oh! Yeah! Definitely! So the one that identifies magic things can also make them or quash them or bend them but that's tricky, takes centuries to really get the hang of. This one is on the right scale for doing biological things like making people into horrifying immortal ghouls. Or just immortal, it can also do just immortal. This one lets you access the history of an object or a place across time, it's really tricky but when it's all figured out you could do resurrections with it and it has a time dilation feature in principle but no one's ever figured it out. This one bends space. Sometimes the bent bits are kind of dangerous for whoever happens to be around them but if she really likes them she could put them back.
It's easier to understand if there are lots of magic things around, there are no magic things around here to get the shape of except the ring and the ring is unique and special and will not make her more rings - why would she even need two - and too complicated to make anyway. The ring could raise magic walls around her Rúmil so no one else can touch him?
Oh, it would've pointed out that her backups weren't getting to Mandos and all these people around her were going to kill her because she had the One Ring so how about they be prevented from doing that there now they don't want to anymore she should go return the Ring to Sauron now and be his slave -
- and of course she would not have been in favor of that and would instead have wanted to use it to kill Sauron and it would show her how and if half of Mordor died with him she wouldn't notice, buffeted on all of the distractions of all of her new magic, being used at the edges of its capabilities to destroy a Maia - and the humans would still be enslaving each other and it'd be as easy as breathing to make them not want that anymore - and to make the orcs all forget Melkor and forget what Elves are so their oaths could not haunt them -
She only spoke to one human. They were in terrible health and intrinsically mortal to boot and this constrained them very much and she's looking forward to seeing what they are like under better conditions! She'd need to talk to more humans to have any details beyond that. The other Valar were confused and had fewer Elves available to help unconfuse them. She has a magic ring but she hasn't done any magic with it yet because it's complicated and she has to learn how, if she even keeps it, which she might not. It could have made humans immortal but the Valar beat her to it.
"Your alt and Macalaurë's jointly abducted slash adopted a couple of children - uh, half-Elf half-human, one wound up being an Elf and is still alive - and they are remembered fondly - by Elrond in particular but probably not by anyone you'd meet on the way to visit him."
"They think with some work they could keep them unconscious if they want that. Mandos is going to be a lot less picky about reembodiments. In my world ex-captives were invariably handled by memory rollback but the situation is different here and will require discussion."
"We don't yet but Fëanáro invented faster than light travel a few months ago so they just got easier to arrange! Besides, it sounds like fun to practice ring functions somewhere safely uninhabited and see if I can get a nicely terraformed planet out of it at the end."
Remember that current of magic in the other Arda? It was everywhere there and it's not here at all and you need to pull on it to compose the songs. Once they work they float independent of it like this, see, and you can scoop them up and take them somewhere else, but you'd never stumble on something that worked by chance without being able to pull on it.
"I think they're in production on a test one but it'll be small and possibly unsafe, might not be a good test run for people who are harder to resurrect and who'd be conscious while dead," Findekáno says.
"Even if it's close to the same amount of time, much better to spend less of it on a ship."
"Less true for orcs but yes."
The Valar are working on something to extend what we have for oaths to you - we work on different architecture, so it wasn't terribly difficult to fix it so we can only swear about intentions and honesty, not binding future action. As soon as that's implemented he can probably meet humans no problem.
The humans who are already immortal and were until recently trapped under a mountain for three thousand years would like to go somewhere they can set up their own civilization sans Valar, please. The ones who were slaves and conscripts want to wait around until their families are resurrected but prefer not to do this in Valinor the place just creeps them out.
Great. She wants lots of time to pay back her loan it is fine if the interest is steep she expects to be able to do all kinds of neat things later okay yes good.
She goes back and tells the ex slaves they can go move in with Dwarves who will help them find things to do, her treat.
It takes a few days before even Fëanáro is steady on his feet and then demanding to be shown a computer and taught half-a-dozen languages. Maglor spends a month sitting alone, singing, though after a few days Lórien decides he should be next to Elrond doing this and he hugs him and talks with him over osanwë occasionally.
Maedhros does not move. Lórien does not arrange him visitors. The Valar keep him alive.
The ring informs Ambela that it could totally fix it.
It can do detail work. For, um, the purpose of torturing people until they're unrecoverable, admittedly, but you could also use it to do the exact opposite. Weaken all someone's associations to the last seven thousand years of memory, until they remember it like they read it in a book, amplify the flaws in all the hallucinations until it's obvious that the last escape was real and that the present world is genuine, find all the things that make him want to stop existing and make them cease to point his thoughts uncontrollably in that direction, make moment-to-moment existence nice or at least tolerable -
"...I mean, if he were ours we'd roll him back? And 'rolled back, but with some sort of diminished-salience access to subsequent memories' seems like possibly an improvement on that? The process sounds dodgy and it is not obvious you can give the ring some of its mind control powers back without it, well, mind-controlling you, but presuming you could..."
"If it can't be enabled selectively the Valar could probably do the same thing. But, yes, the process is dodgy. Maybe rolled back, then asked, then rolled forward however much he wants? That's what I'd want, I think... additive from a stable state instead of subtractive from an unstable one."
Yeah they're passing on all the actual debt to Mirelótë and if it's going to keep accumulating she's inclined to put the pirate on another planet. Has she considered fishing? She has to fence her goods anyway, if she were fishing she could skip the part where she upsets people.
Oh Ambela is hella gonna arrest her for being a pirate if she can't talk her into doing something else. Ambela has lots of terraformed planets which will be delighted to have an ex-pirate on them. Unless the pirate has bought into a Dwarf dispute resolution service in which case hers will talk to Ambela's, but Ambela somehow thinks she has maybe not bothered doing that.
"I am not planning to leave you here for longer than it takes me to figure out something more intelligent to do with you, nor do I mean to leave you behind without checking on you. If you want to speed up how long it takes to figure out something intelligent to do with you, be my guest."
"I sold some Dwarves a planet like this one and now I'm in the black again after having paid off all the damage you did, which I was responsible for because it was my bright idea to put humans on Endorë. I can do that again. I can do that several times, even. But planets will get cheaper as more of them are sold, and my time gets more expensive as I learn to do more things. I am the only person right now who can resurrect dead humans - the Valar haven't even got that figured out yet - and I consider it deeply expensive that I don't currently know how to do that without abandoning a bunch of you on an otherwise uninhabited world to prey on each other for fun or impose unchecked costs on your nonhuman neighbors who don't have any system in place to discourage it. You don't have any dead loved ones, fine, some people do! Lots of people do! I want to bring them back and it is expensive not to be able to do that responsibly!"
Ring only pouts a little bit and then it stretches back across the centuries and plucks a mind from its deathbed and a body from its health and -
He looks like Elrond, of course. He blinks. "Did you really -" he says to Elrond.
"- I didn't do anything, really, these mad aliens came along and had it all worked out. You'd have woken up sooner or later even if I had nothing to do with it."
"- but you had something to do with it -"
"They need someone to rule humans!"
"Did something happen -"
"To Númenor? Yes. Eru destroyed it. It endured nearly four thousand years - that's not bad, really, for a human civilization -"
"I wish you would drop the qualifiers!" And he hugs his brother.
"They'd... discuss why they attacked someone with a knife and what led them to do that and see that the circumstances no longer called for that? The Dwarves have these arbitration organizations that have a lot of fines... the person who attacked me is not signed up for one."
"Elrond, how many people did Númenor have at its height?"
"I - ten million?"
"If you bring those people back into a society that cannot cope with one pirate with one knife you are doing them a tremendous injustice. I did not rule a society that dealt out grievous injuries regularly, I ruled a society that did not have pirates because we would. And societies that do not have pirates are better for everyone usually including the pirates. I don't expect I'll need to cut off any hands but we will probably have public whippings and if people expect that they can get out of punishments by going to the Elves and saying 'look at the horrible thing my government's about to do with me, save me' then you will have a whole rabble of asylum-seeking rapists and murderers and you'll have to find someone else to govern your country because I won't take a job I can't do well."
Ambela's ring observes that mind control solves this problem.
He blinks at it. He shakes his head. "All right. Humans can emigrate, unless there's a warrant out for them; humans living elsewhere get deported here if you find yourselves unable to handle them, and are apprised of that now so it doesn't strike them as grossly unreasonable escalation; if you are horrified at us then you are welcome to coax humans to go live somewhere you're ruling better but you don't interfere or at the very least don't go around being knowably tempted to interfere. Fair?"
"Where'd you learn?" he asks her.
"Who're you?"
"Elros Tar-Minyatur, ruler of this land."
"She said it was empty."
"Then she had the wise idea to fill it with people competent at governance."
"I haven't broken any of your laws."
"Consider yourself now apprised that you might not want to. Where'd you learn to sail a boat?"
"Rómenna. The new kinds are different, though, don't hardly need a crew."
"There're going to be two cities. One here, one at the mouth of the river a hundred miles north of here. Ambela, can you get her a boat -"
"I want our strikingly honest sailor to tell me that she'll obey the law."
" - yeah, all right."
"Is that how they speak to their Kings in four thousand years?"
"What, should I - I accept your boundless generosity, your grace -"
Elros nods as if this is reasonable. "And you will obey my laws."
"And I will obey your laws."
"The shore is three miles that way."
If they find somebody facing this decision perhaps she'll propose the option sort of like how Elves used to be able to swear not to repeat their crimes. As she understands it the point is mostly that threatening to cut off people's hands or what have you is nicer than the alternatives.
Good. And they can also stay here, just not while committing piracy or anything. She recommends having a contract with one of those Dwarf agencies if they don't already, it neatens up the confusing bits of whether you are costly to your neighbors and how much by a lot.
They'd be able to have water running from faucets inside their homes at will and would not have to do the flinging sewage from the windows thing any more. She can't get the water to run hot without electricity or geothermal features they don't have here but she can do it cold.
He wakes up.
He feels terrible - like he's just run a very long distance, which he hasn't because he can't move at all, and like he is suffocating and like he is drowning and like he is watching himself from a great distance, scrambling to learn the controls that would let him move the body he can barely see or sense. He remembers going to parley with Melkor. He remembers nothing after that.
He makes the obvious inference. He stops his heart.
- I am not dead. You kind of missed a lot. Uh. This is the short version, but - you went to parley with Melkor. You got captured. We lost the war and a long time later someone managed to get through to the Valar about how to be good at their jobs and they reembodied everyone except you were, uh, too fucked up for Mandos to help very helpfully even now that he's better at his job. So they erased everything after you got captured - did that work -
- I mean, now that we can talk with you dead maybe we can just keep a bunch of people here to chat with you while they try to figure out what to do about those other things? They could also keep you alive but asleep if being dead with people to talk to is too awful.
Your kind of Elf is harder to roll back properly than mine is, so on some level you have still not had a body for a long time and I guess it takes some getting used to. It takes people different amounts of time to adjust and I'd be startled if you weren't on the longer end.
He gives it another few weeks and then requests to be reembodied again.
It is horrible. He finds himself once again in a state of desperate incoherent many-directional panic, shivering and trembling, and eventually his senses stop being horribly overwhelming and his skin stops being on fire but the panic doesn't go away, at all, he continues to jolt every few seconds as if something has gone horribly wrong and then slipped his memory, he continues to direct his body vaguely from a great distance and to find it enormously tempting to cast it off and float away and cease to be hurtable.
He doesn't kill himself. That would be rude. But he feels/watches himself shake and tremble on the ground and he hopes that he'll die of this and then they'll just have to give the whole thing up as a bad idea. People talk to him after a while but he doesn't have space in his head for them.
I have a magical artifact of dubious provenance which used to have a mind control feature. It would probably be delighted if it got enough of the feature back to help you and claims to know how to do that. I mention this only reluctantly and if you'd rather I never bring it up again I won't.
He supposedly coped while feeling like this for centuries. He had no choice, admittedly, but the point is that if it was possible then it ought to be possible now - he wraps fabric very tightly around his fingers, too tightly, so the pain is constant and thereby possible to think around instead of unpredictably crashing across him in jolts and waves of terror. He sees the use of the pilot-from-a-distance thing, now, lets him be far enough away from it all that he doesn't break down crying and fall apart. He builds the gap between his thoughts and his senses and experiences and body. He shores it up. He leans into it and wonders vaguely if the memories of Angband make this any worse or if all of the bad parts were carried through anyway, not really having been stored in memory.
And then he can parse questions. Uh, he says to that one. I don't - know you - I'm sorry -
She visits him once a month and tells him about the people she's bringing back to life and the planets she's terraforming and the history book her husband is writing a companion to because there's this parallel universe now and how happy the Dwarves are about interplanetary commerce and about her version of him's childhood and about the explaining things to Valar process.
It needs the mindcontrol interface the glorious glorious mindcontrol interface she'll finally get to see it and maybe when she sees how pretty it is she'll realize that mindcontrol is great! That interface is the most automatic one, she'll know how to do the things she wants to do, there aren't safeguards per se but everything is reversible.
So it does that. Here's the set of flinch-responses and how you'd uninstall them (or install them directly if you wanted them), here's the way all your associations get twisted and warped and one could untwist and unwarp them, it expects she'll throw a fit if it just makes people stop wanting to die but it can make the pathway to wanting to die a little less smooth, so one doesn't stub their toe and shut down desperately wishing to die...
Mindcontrol interface. It is so pretty! It rivals the Silmarils for prettiness! It gives her so much information about the people around her - anxious Valar, presently - all in a beautiful blazing-clear format, all attached to silky gold and silver and deep blue strings that she could pull!
But is not actually tempted to pull.
"Elrond and Elros. Twins. Half-Elves, permitted to decide whether they wanted to be one or the other; respectively picked Elf and human but Elros has since been resurrected and is now running a planetful of humans because they weren't integrating well on my world's Endorë."
"Very wise and thoughtful and good. I stayed with Elrond for a while before I traveled to this Valinor and was consistently impressed with him, and resurrecting his brother was my first thought when I realized existing structures on Endorë weren't serving to govern the few thousand humans there and I have not had any cause to regret turning to him for help there."
"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."
Ambela wrenched the ring away from the hobbit before anyone could begin to move to stop her, and then there was nothing any of them could have done, even if they had wanted to. They didn't want to. The first step in any project is to secure the resources necessary to accomplish it and a resource everyone wants to steal from you is not secure, so: they didn't want to. It was right that she should have it, anyway, she wanted it and it wanted her.
It wanted her for Sauron, and there they disagreed; but presently she won and Sauron was a deceased afterthought and she could clear up subsequent displeasing features of the world.
Orcs were in pain and sworn inconveniently. If they didn't know what an Elf was then their only oaths would be to be orcs, and that was fine: the Queen had nothing against orcs, being wise and fair. (It was of course understood to everyone that she was wise and fair.) So the orcs didn't know what Elves were. Humans were enslaved; this stemmed directly from the desire of other humans to enslave them, which was a stupid thing to want and the wanting of which served no useful purpose, so it ceased and the slaves were released, praising their Queen, who was understood to be wise and fair. There were people dead, and people dying, and that was unacceptable. They lived, and awoke praising their Queen, wise and fair. There were people quarreling and people preying on one another and people who did not know she existed, let alone that she was wise and fair; then there were not.
And when she had everything orderly and efficient and peaceful, she could open a door home, carefully, so as not to provoke anyone's attempts at usurping their Queen-to-be, who was after all the rightful Queen, being so wise and fair.
- "Wise and Fair", winner of the Drabble category in the 1547 short story contest, by The One Ring and Mirelótë Ambela