" - less if you can ride?"

"I can fly," Cam points out. He has wings.

"I can't fly you to an appointment with Princess Nelyafinwë, though."

"Yeah, for that part we'll need this." Shuttle.

Blink blink blink. "How does it go?"

"How much physics have you got?" he asks, hopping in.

" - everything is made of particles, we don't know what rules they follow individually but in aggregate they behave sensibly?"

"...yeah I don't know how to start from there. There's magnets and weird tricks with inertia and stuff. Do you even have cars here yet?"

"Oh, Fëanáre has one, careens around nearly killing people in it, but it's hard to hold it against her, she looks so gleeful. I don't personally, we haven't found a way to efficiently mass-produce pretty ones."

"Have you invented the assembly line or is it bad at pretty?"

"We have it, for parts. It's not good enough for whole products - you still need to get the car glasswork done and the paint and engraving..."

"I see. I'm sure you'll sort it out." A short flight to the palace.

Their guide leads them in. "She can see you now."

Wag. "Great!"

And someone comes briskly down the hall, greets their guide warmly. " - hello. Princess Nelyafinwë but please call me Maitimë. I like the wings."

"Me too. Timothy."

"Cam. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise!! What can I do for you?"

"We're tourists! Also it came to our attention that the Valar were going to parole Melkor and they should not do that and we came here to make sure they were advised."

"I don't think they're planning - well, they originally sentenced him to three thousand years and I suppose those are mostly up - where did you hear about -"

"Cam has a magical power for being extremely well-informed." His Quenya is still not very good; she blinks rapidly. 

"I do! I'm a huge information security hazard, watch out."

"Our only state secrets are that we've been trying to come up with traffic laws but we can't construct any that my mother isn't in flagrant continual violation of and so haven't come up with any at all, and that we turn up people who need gender preference correction at thrice the rate of the Vanyar and are worried it's something in the water. There, now I needn't worry whether you've discovered my dark secrets. Want to come in and sit down? - actually I am unsure if my chairs are equipped to be comfortable for you."

"I can make a chair if they're too uncomfy but these actually fold up real small. I know all your dark secrets but don't worry I'm very nonjudgmental. I would love to tell you what's in the Vanyar's water but I don't actually know that one."

"There's an idea, I don't think anyone's tried checking their water." She ushers them into a pretty wood-paneled office. There are chairs. "How long have you been here?"