"...It seems like you would notice the spiders approaching that size before they got there, but--noted. Definitely noted. The spider I talked to...strongly implied that they eat people, when they kill them, but I suppose that doesn't preclude also eating light."

"They do eat people. They also eat light, but I'm not sure how literally. And we'd notice, unless the forest was under a giant dome and therefore we couldn't see that the whole dome was now taken up by a single spider until she was very large indeed. For example."

"That does seem like a problem. Dammit, why does this world have so many intractably terrible things."

He laughs. "I'm sorry. Do grant us some credit; the tractable problems we've solved."

"I wasn't blaming you. Whoever was responsible for creating it has some explaining to do, though."

"We're on really bad terms with them, so I can't disagree with you there either."

"On really bad terms with them?"

"The creators of the world. I think we've been specifically told that their wrath lies against us from the west to the uttermost east, and that they shall fence paradise against us such that not even the echo of our lamentations can reach their ears, and also they will torment us when we die."

"That sounds like a really shitty religion."

"What's a religion?"

"Um. It is...the set of beliefs a person has about a god or set of gods, including what they intend and want for people to do?"

He looks baffled. "The 'implacably set against us' bit isn't a problem because of any particular beliefs of ours about it, it's a problem because it means all our endeavors are fated to fail and we have eternity in the Halls to look forward to and so forth."

"Why do you think your gods are implacably set against you?"

"...they said so? Quite loudly? The mountains shook with their voices and people quavered and dropped to their knees and my father laughed in the face of fate and so forth? I was there, how else would I know?"

"...No one on my Earth has ever had actual proof of the existence of a deity in thousands of years, if then. I...appear to have been assuming things I shouldn't have been. Wait, so when Maedhros said that Elves go on existing after they die and humans don't--"

"We go to the Halls of Mandos, Mandos being the god who spoke that sentence I just mentioned. We don't know what happens to your kind. There might be something, no one can tell."

"Your dead are on this same plane of existence?!"

"Due west of here, just keep flying, eventually you'll meet some very angry gods."

"When I said I couldn't raise the dead--no one's sure what happens to the souls of Men in my world either. I don't know if it would be different for Elves, but--it might."

"Oh. Wow. You can raise the dead?? Or might be able to? My father's dead, my brother's dead, my cousin and best friend is dead -"

"Maybe. I make no promises. I could try."

"What would you need?"

In lieu of answering she shrieks and falls several feet before catching herself.

"...you okay?"

"Ow--yes. Um, there's a thing mages can do that's...almost sort of like osanwe except completely different. And it hurts like hell for both parties. Who are Fingon and Feanor?"