"Anyway."

"We can come up with a better solution."

"Hope so."

And that is about as much non-technical non-linguistic discussion as one can get out of a room full of Fëanors. One of them makes a model of a flat planet, tampers with the gravity, demands to know if his alt has measured the acceleration of a falling object...

The Nerdanels exchange looks that are either deeply meaningful or accompanied by deeply meaningful osanwë conversation.

"Need me for anything else?"

"Oh, yes, can you make blessing rings? We were told they were magic but the other kind of Elf has blessing chips so maybe they're just very advanced technology that the Valar misled us about..."

"I can try it but you'll need to be more specific."

He waves his hand at Cam. He is wearing quite a lot of pretty, tasteful jewelry. "Any of these -"

How about that one then. He gets a ring. "It might not work, that happens if I try to make a wand, how do you check?"

"They're mostly pretty subtle - grace or warmth or balance - I suppose some people have ones that just glow, and you could try making one of those?"

He makes another ring. It does not glow.

The new Fëanáro and Nerdanel look at each other and then start bouncing up and down excitedly. "We've got magic, we've got magic, we've got magic and a time-stopping bar -"

"Once Maitimo's grown up we can become omnipotent!"

"I love you!"

"I love you!"

The chip Elves are very uncomfortable.

"...How's it work?"

"You use osanwë to write instructions to a piece of metal. Very very detailed instructions, and anything complicated is excruciatingly slow, computers as they were explained to us are fairly analogous only imagine you are directly inscribing all the ones and zeros with your mind. I do not think there are any principled limitations on what it can do - you could certainly become as powerful as a Vala -"

"...well, that's useful, spares us involving the actual ones -"

"- that'd be four, five thousand years of work, though -"

"Betcha we can do it in two thousand, with the computers to help, and inventing some things for memory and intelligence that will help us invent more complicated things. The children can wait two thousand years, that's not really so long and it'd be unfair to have them when we're not omnipotent, now that we know we might need to be..."

Two thousand years, not really so long. We are Elves indeed.

"We can't spend all that time in here, though, not without my father."

"He'll tell Aulë-"

"Perhaps he could wait two thousand years. Since it's not really so long."

"He'd miss Maitimo's whole childhood - we could close the door with Maitimo on the other side, I suppose -"

"I actually meant he could wait to tell Aulë."

"He probably would."

"How probably?"