"How's that -"

"Sort of metaphorical suitedness to the magic broadly construed. I think you're more moving-things than making-things or changing-things."

Nod. 

"My parents are adorable newlyweds. It's a little weird."

"That would weird me out if it were mine, too, since they've been divorced for like a hundred seventy years."

"Did the chip Elves mention to you that she was still in Valinor -"

"No. It probably wouldn't have helped anything to have the deliberations obviously about 'how do I get really good return on murdering your mom' as opposed to the vaguer 'destroying your homeworld and anybody on it who didn't leave with you'."

Nod.

Sigh.

"I'm going to go get written works referencing the Valar from Bar, get a broader sense of  - the kind of things they tend to do -"

"I can be an extra pair of eyes, at least until Tiny You shows up again..."

"I don't think he wants you to avoid him. He will probably say something unhelpful, though, so if you'd rather -"

"...it is upsetting to terrify small children."

"He might've forgotten all about it, tiny children have short attention spans."

"Tiny Elves? With fifty-five million names to read? - He might notice when he runs into a name that matches somebody in the backyard he's been singing with."

"Yeah, he might, should I make sure that doesn't happen -"

"I don't know how to approach information security with respect to tiny you."

"I knew how to lie when I was four, it'll just be complicated to explain what needs to be lied about."

"Do you suppose it'd help -"

"I think it probably has not crossed his mind that irretrievable death is a thing at all."

"So not so much then. Okay."

"It might, just - I think that's his baseline, Valinor's all paradise-y... we are going to get them all back."

Nod.

"Bar, can we have books written in Quenya, mentioning that a Curufinwë Fëanáro was born in 1169, and being about a war with Melkor subsequent to his parole?"

They can! There's a selection!

Great! They will take some and start reading.