After Cam's magic but still basically human boyfriend has fallen asleep and Cam finds he is not tired enough to do the same, Cam goes downstairs.
He might be too upset to be parsing Cam properly! "Can't be dead, they can't die -"
"Your Valar are fine, I - were you reading my mind people where I'm from don't do that so I wasn't thinking - understandably -" Timothy wake the fuck up and read your messages which now include I SCARED THE TINY MINDREADING YOU AND HE IS TRYING TO LEAVE HELP
He is standing in the door looking very confused - "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't - I was just listening -"
"People where I am from can't listen like that please don't listen to me thinking. Your Valar are okay."
He leans against the doorframe and rubs his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I won't. I'm sorry. If the Valar are okay then they can fix it, probably."
That would be. Interesting and possibly hazardous to Cam's health. "Maybe."
"- I'm trying not to listen but you could just keep your thoughts private if you don't want to share them? That would be easier than trying to not listen, it's not even like trying to not listen out loud where I can plug my ears."
"...I don't know how to do that because people where I'm from can't read minds at all."
"- but you have Valar -"
"I'm... not from the place with Valar" were they reading his mind what the fuck they probably were "originally and I didn't talk to them much."
"Okay. I'm not great at teaching how to do thoughts private but you pick a - way of separating thoughts you want to share and thoughts you want to keep secret, like, imagining that your secret thoughts are in your bed snuggled up cozy, and your not secret ones are standing on the windowsill playing? Or your secret ones are all wrapped up and your shared ones are open. Or your secret ones are under the water and your shared ones are above like an island...I really am sorry. Everyone learns how to do it so if someone is sharing thinking things it is always because they meant to be."
"That makes sense." Okay he will just metaphorically chiplock his entire brain how about that.
The tiny Maitimo does not comment on whether this worked. He is still rubbing his eyes and rocking back and forth anxiously.
"I'm sorry I scared you."
"I'm the one who did something wrong, I read your thoughts that were private!"
"Well. You didn't know."
"I want to run away and cry but you said it was important to stay and I should learn to fix it when I do things wrong but I really want to run away and cry."
"You can go anywhere as long as you don't go on the other side of that specific door and then let it close. But nobody else here knows about private thoughts either if you meet more people here."
He sits down. He curls up tightly in a ball.
He starts singing.
Crisis averted probably but still help
Cam gives the tiny Elf some space.
And a while later a bewildered Timothy comes downstairs.
Elves hear really well; Cam appears a note at him. Tiny Maitimo is over there upset because I freaked him out, he reads minds but in a weirdly polite way where if you metaphorically mark them private he doesn't hear them so he can't be the same kind as the previous Elves.
He pulls out a quill and writes back there are multiple kinds of Elves? He looks the same - Occlumency does that -
And over to the tiny Elf.
"- hi, I'm Nelyafinwë Maitimo -" snuffle -
"Timothy Way. What's the matter?"