"Also you don't stay dead," says a grey.

" - also that. We'll try to get it so you don't stay dead either and in the meantime obviously if there is any risking of lives to be had it'll be ours."

"Thanks."

They land. Quite a crowd is at the shuttleport to greet them. They murmur at the aliens and take pictures and applaud. Lots of them are singing the same song.

...Amentans wave tentatively.

Elves wave back!! Elves part so the guides can shepherd the Amentans palace-wards. The guides join in the singing. People lean out of skyscraper windows to get pictures.

Amentans smile at the cameras. One of the yellows poses.

Elves giggle! Elves crowd courteously to get a glimpse of the visitors! Tirion is small for an Amentan city; it's not far to the palace from where they landed. 

"King says he'd love to meet you, would you like that?"

"...okay."

" - is something wrong?"

"I'm just not sure why we're being personally attended to by royalty," says a grey.

" - you're aliens! The first aliens here! It's really exciting! We got to meet your, uh, senators, right?"

"Well, yes, but we can't teach you to build spaceships."

"Aliens are still exciting."

"Okay."

Palace! It's tastefully dazzling. So is the King, who waves his hand impatiently when the guides bow (they bow anyway) and then walks over to hug them.

...the Amentans are confusedly hugged.

Guides translate that he welcomes to Tirion and he hopes the flight was tolerable and he hopes they haven't lost his son (a different guide pipes up that, being the one who knows how to build lightleapers, Fëanáro is safe and well) and they are to have all their needs seen to while they settle in, it's so exciting to meet new alien species!

It is exciting to be on another planet!

And then they are walked out and down through fancy translucent stone corridors and the guides stop at the door to a spacious lovely office and make a point of introducing literally everybody including the children to Prince Nelyafinwë.

Who does not speak a word of their language but solemnly repeats each name as if it's of tremendous personal significance to him. 

Guides translate again that it's very nice to meet them.

They are taken slightly aback by the hair but only one young child goes so far as to make a face.

He at least pretends not to notice. Guides translate:

"Forgive me if this has been explained already, but Elves run our currency, our identification, and our emergency services off the chips in our heads, and while if we can't chip Amentans we will eventually have to adapt for you, for now it seems easiest to give you something external which serves the same functions. Inconveniently you'll have to keep it on you all the time - the way shopping works, for example, is that you are automatically deducted the price of your purchases when you leave the store, so if you go without these you'll have no way to pay for things. We debated various formats for the interface and then decided you could take them in this form -" it's a little wristwatch-like thing - "and suggest modifications once you know how you're making the most use of them."

"Okay."

"It seems most convenient to have you all near the palace for now, so people with interests in aliens can reach you conveniently. What kind of accommodations do you require -"