"Sunset. Can you take Aydanci even though he's sleeping? I think he'll want to be able to see his husband immediately once he wakes."

"I would be unequal to personally carrying him but sure, he doesn't especially need to be awake for transport."

"I will have someone carry him, then. Is there anyone else who should particularly see the interdimensional bar?"

"Uh, does your dad want to collaborate with a bunch more of him on miscellaneous stuff? We can probably get a door out of the bar to this city if you or Findekáno hold it though, so we don't have to be exhaustive."

"I imagine he would, yes. What a useful feature."

And shortly after that there's Fëanáro and a sleeping Aydanci and a few attendants. 

And once Lórien has done his thing and gone to join the other Valar at Valaring they can go to the portal and from the portal into Stork and through the door.

"What a lovely place. Very well done."

" - Kib -"

"Also makes remarks like that all the time. I'll go get him."

He is back downstairs a minute later with Kib, mid-explanation. "- and Aydanci is irretrievably unconscious, you're really selling it, which excuse is next, is he going to get sick and lose his voice, you don't have anything prepped to explain the infirmary failing, maybe you've got something new cooked up to cover for how none of you can get him right."

He sighs.

"Oh, hello, Kib. They've gotten better at you, that was legitimately pretty close."

"Yeah this place is 'character study on absurdist backdrop' with a side of 'I don't care how computationally expensive you are' featuring everything from 'you as magic stick wielding slaveowning human schoolchildren' to 'me as five thousand year old Elf married to that one advisor guy'."

"The slaveowning wasn't mentioned. The overview did include the you as five thousand year old Elf."

"There's an excuse of some kind for the slavery but honestly I wasn't paying that much attention. Elf me is lovely. Sings like a bird, customizes Valar, invents writing, that sort of thing, I should be flattered probably."

"I have an alt who can take over for me, I was expecting that to fail to work for some reason. Probably still will."

"Well, they can kill Valar, I assume you don't present a huge obstacle. Am I supposed to grieve, I can get really dramatic when they start killing off the characters but I have to be short a lot of memories for that."

"I don't actually care. If you were going to act upset about it I'd avoid discussing it with you, I suppose, just on principle. But my Kib was never in Angband and never will be, he's safe -"

He sits down and looks away.

"I have really serious misgivings about cooperating with an assisted suicide under these conditions."

"That's okay, I'm sure you have a physics explanation I can examine in arbitrary detail about why black holes don't work on Elves or something." He pats Cam's arm.

"Doesn't have to be you, right, we can summon someone."

"Yeah."

"Please don't worry about it. I'm very glad you came."

"So what am I meant to have missed since I got snatched?"