He is riding with a dozen guards and then suddenly they are not around him. Not just an illusion, either - osanwë doesn't reach them - either instantly dead, all of them, or he's been moved - and the sky's changed, so it could be that -
- he dismounts. He doesn't draw a weapon - if this is a ploy of the Enemy then it's over, he lost, there's no point.
And he reaches out for every mind in range.
"Uh, why? If you're trying to disguise somebody for nefarious purposes you want an angel in the first place."
"Nah, it's that hair is a kink thing for Elves and an accurate answer gives my parents way more information than they need about my sex life."
The demon is not questioned and walks on water and thinks it's great and goes back up to fix Findekáno's hair. He appears it unbraided.
He doesn't mind this at all, though Findekáno winces a little. "Thanks so much! Do you know anyone else who wants an Elf summons, I know the authors of many of our books would be happy to just go around throwing Quenya at people so they don't have to read translations."
"Off the top of my head a few -" He lists names, spells them in unfamiliar alphabets.
"Can you make me a paper list or something, I don't know most of those languages -"
Lovely! Findekáno braids his hair. Midnight finds this distracting and has it unbraided again in a few minutes.
Eventually they can go downstairs.
And he has had his fill of Valinor and proper lighting and people who do not have worrying worried conversations about things that are very important but which he does not understand, and he writes Cam a note. The note has the address label and then says in exquisitely pretty letters,
Miss you, Nelyafinwë Maitimo.
Cam tells one of the correct world's Elves to go hold the door for the smol.
He practices writing it. Then he gets bored and goes off to ask Theodore to enchant his car to zoom around some more.
And Theodore does, and he chases it delightedly around Milliways.
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