"I could bring Curufinwë?"

"I bet he'll have the time of his life." Hug.

Hug! Recruitment of Curufinwë. Travel to place.

Place has humans! And weird architecture - looks like they like to build into the ground and then hollow it out around their buildings, so the cities are hardly visible aboveground except for little ports everywhere that seem to contain a mechanism of lowering the inhabitants to city-level. There are fancy floating lights everywhere. There are winged humanoids just flying around.

Gosh. Cor will look around in fascination and speculate on things while Curufinwë works on the language.

Curufinwë listens to conversations and mutters things to himself and occasionally bounces and eventually says that he has the language well enough to go say hello, shall they go say hello.

Yes. Cor thinks that building looks promising as some sort of official something - "although I can't promise it's not the guild of architects or something -"

Up to the building they go!  He doesn't have the writing down yet. He bounces Cor translation.

"Excuse me, what's this?"

        "This is the Center for Surface Affairs, can we help you?"

"What things does Surface Affairs handle?"

"I don't work here - trade negotiations with other cities and with the aliens, probably?"

"Aliens?"

" - what, do you live on a hillside? Even then I think you'd have noticed the aliens. They're the ones who put out the sun. And then rained apology letters for it."

"Gosh, we really need to get out more. Thank you." I think Surface Affairs sounds promising!

Giggle. I agree. Put out the sun - I definitely saw a sun, did you see a sun -

I saw something definitely sunish!

Maybe there's a distinction I missed. Probably not though. 

Into Surface Affairs they go. 

There are some Elves there.

Gosh. What an uncreative planet.

Yeah. Where are all the really alien aliens!

"Hello," he says. "We're - sort of tourists. Do you have a brochure?"

      The guy nudges his colleague, who squints at them studiously for a minute. "Yes," he says, and hands Curufinwë a brochure he can't read. "Or do you want the Quenya one."

" - uh. I will take a Quenya one also."

Cor peers at the Quenya one; he doesn't know much Quenya but it's not zero.

There shouldn't be a Quenya one what the fuck. My father invented these letters why would aliens have them.

...aliens have been very quietly spying on you for a long time? ...abducting some Elves so there are Elves here?

...the last time period from which aliens could have abducted us without us noticing would be before we had written Quenya.

This planet, says the pamphlet after some preliminaries about the name of the species and the city, joined the multiverse when their star got eaten in an accident and the Elves put them in orbit around a new one and taught them summoning.

Wow.

That sounds like a fairly useful power level.

The pamphlet explains summoning. Visitors are encouraged to summon only under supervision and reminded that the afterlife won't work for them.

Supervision from whom?