"They didn't just block summoning on Valinor, though, right, they blocked it in the entire universe -"

"Yes. If they're going to do that they're unaffordable. But if they can be talked out of it..."

"Is there a way to tell what the mind control did -"

"Not without much better than state of the art chip code interpretation."

" - they deserve to know - we should write them -"

"First I should run another check, see if it's still in effect with the Valar gone."

Nod.

He can program that in remotely. He does so.

He sits there and fiddles absently with the note from Bar that his alt couldn't read.

There are lots of people by the lake. They know his name and he doesn't know theirs; it is a little upsetting.

He kind of wants his parents to hug him for a long time but he doesn't tell anyone this because they would judge his parents for being neglectful and the way to avoid that is to make it seem like what his parents are doing is exactly what he wants. 

He doesn't even know what his parents are doing.

He asks someone to teach him to read. 

A while later some more people walk out by the lake and he doesn't know them so he goes over. He chants the letters in his head while he goes so he won't forget them and make the person who was teaching him feel as if it was wasted time.

"A kid!" exclaims Amriac. "A little one! Oh wow it's so cute! Can they talk yet that size -"

" - hi! I'm Nelyafinwë Maitimo. Well, the new one. It's all very confusing."

"You can talk! You're so cute how are you so cute!"

"Kids learn to talk when they're, like, one, and if this is a Timothy maybe sooner, he's like four -"

"I'm seven. But the worlds are different in some ways so I might be four of yours, I really couldn't say."

"I mean smaller kids can talk on TV but, like, so can cats."

"I don't know what TV is, my world just invented writing and now it is inventing everything else probably because my parents are finding the other thems."

"TV's like writing for sound and pictures instead of words."

Questioning expression. Then he sends her the whole interaction between the grownups which they used magic to make him unable to hear.

"...that's some kinda telepathy, not TV."

"Oh. What makes it not TV?"

"It's not a recording. Like, uh," she conjures up a device and it starts playing a video recording of an orchestra. Elf eyes can pick her out in the third row with a flute.

"Woooooooooooah."

Amriac grins.

He bounces over to her. "I like you! You're so amazing! What's your name?"