The Valar announce that they've done as much as they can in Singularity (they can't bring back peoples' babies in that critical period either, but they can get them earlier versions) and are setting up portals between there and Sanity as soon as they are confident they've cleaned up the plague. A bunch of Elf architects have this wild idea for a fivedimensional city where alternating intersections are interdimensional portals between various Valinors and they get eagerly to setting it up.
"Also I think he'd be a fairy and it would interfere with his current magical powers until he learned cellular biology and even that's an incomplete fix."
"I have them too! The cellular biology method of acquiring them is not available for Elves yet either though, sorry."
"Genetics. The magic powers naturally appear among humans with a certain gene. Elves do not have human genes so it can't be naively inserted."
"Timothy should probably be stashed in the room in the palace that was offered but then I can come back if you like."
Cam shuttles Timothy back and kisses him goodnight when nobody's looking and tucks him in and then goes back to swig coffee and chat with Fëanárë.
He can dig up documentation for them, carefully snip out the names, and hand it over. Tour of the city sounds fun.
It is of course a charming city, on the verge of the transition from horsedrawn carriages to electric-powered ones. It has trolleys. They're very pretty trolleys. It has tall buildings but no elevators yet, which rather constrains how tall; one street has electric streetlamps and everyone's very excited about that.