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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.
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"Marvelously. You may regard me as fascinated. Unless there's actually anything at stake in which case please just give me the information I need to help my people."
" - you know me. Me from the future, or - or something? You're more legible than Timothy, incidentally, that's why I'm looking at you, about the only legible thing about Timothy is that he thinks you're great which is - I need more things to make useful inferences from that -"
"How good Timothy's judgment is is one of the things I need. Another one is whether you'd have a - friend - whose primary quality is thinking you are great, compared to how likely it is that Timothy has substantive traits beyond thinking you're great that he's concealing near-perfectly. And why he's doing that and not you, if you are the one who spent enough time around future Elves to be fluent in Quenya - Mother!"
"I find it astonishing how often they do that. Cam, Timothy, my mother, Curufinwë - mother, Cam and Timothy are our new guests -"
"I've never understood why you do introductions symmetrically, dear, it's twice as much talking to convey the same information."
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"Plus we already knew your name. Hi! You may take apart the flying thing I left outside. It won't even explode if you do that. Where I'm from it's customary to put blinking lights on cars to indicate where their drivers mean to go."
from_scratch
"Does it affect your estimate that I learned the language from a twenty-year-old child?"
"That's fairly informative all by itself." She kisses her mother's hand. "You can go disassemble the thing -"
"I think my Quenya is not sufficiently pretty," she repeats slowly and clearly for his benefit. "How about your first language, what's it sound like -"
too-early-and-too-late
"I was having quite a time imagining my father as a woman but now it fits perfectly," he says in English.
from_scratch
"It didn't seem like a stretch to me!" Cam replies also in English, then, to Fëanárë, "We actually have the same native language but different dialects."
too-early-and-too-late
"Cam what, like, Earth tech level is this, plus or minus probably worse weapons and more prettiness -"
too-early-and-too-late
"Huh. I think I forget how long a thousand years is - the chips seem weirder in a setting without computers -"
from_scratch
"I know, right, and the blessings, I somehow never asked if they've been programming them themselves all along or if they got Maiar to do it or what?"
too-early-and-too-late
"You could ask now, I don't think I have the vocabulary."