The bar is quiet. Elves can be heard outside singing. And then the door opens.

And a Elf child - recognizably an Elf child by the robes, the unreasonable prettiness, and the carefully-braided hair - walks in. 

He blinks confusedly at Cam. "Wooooooowwww," he says, "you have pretty wings! Nice to meet you! I'm Nelyafinwë Maitimo."

...of course he is.

"Hi, I'm Cam."

"Did you come to see my daddy? He's busy. I can show you around but if you have - teck-nick-al - questions I will not be any help at all."

...Grownup Maitimo's forks are both in other worlds and Timothy is asleep. He sends Timothy a short email without looking anyway: tiny Elf you-alt too cute help. "No, this place is actually not even near your house."

He tugs on the doorknob. "The courtyard is right there behind us. I was just there! I was playing with clay but I can't get it to look like Mommy's. I have smaller hands, you would think it would be an - ad-van-tage."

"Yes, but that door doesn't usually lead here, right?"

"Nope, but you're a Maia so you can make things look like other things, right?"

"I'm not a Maia, I'm a thing from another world called a demon."

His lip trembles. "I'm sorry."

"- it's okay, I'm not offended."

Squint. "- you're sad, though."

"I'm sad a lot, it's not your fault."

"I'm the prince, all of the bad things are my - not fault. My - ree-spon-sib-ill- I lost track - reespibility - no, no, I lost track again. Anyway I shouldn't make you sad."

"It's about a thing that happened very far away."

"Like Rúmil? He's sad about a thing that happened in Endorë a long time ago. And that is still my respibility because he's one of my people."

"That..." is a fucked up thing for a small child to believe "is an interesting way of looking at it but I decided to be sad about this thing" before the blue-green sphere even crumpled "and it will not help anything if you are also bothered about it."

Forehead crease. "...okay. ...maybe the Valar could fix the thing?"

Nope they're dead. "I don't think so."

Lip definitely trembling. "No they're not dead they're not they can't die you might be mistaken."

"- what?"

He tugs desperately at the doorknob. "I'm going to go check -" Door opens -

"- if you let that door close while you're on the far side you can't come back here and it might be important please wait -"

"I'll come right back I need to check if they're dead I don't think they're dead someone would have said something -" he is tugging the door more open, he doesn't quite have the height for it -

"Not yours, yours are fine, other Valar far away."