"Not at a glance—it's can be recognized, that's just more of an enchantment thing—but the spirits can."

"Great. If that's all, we can head in."

From the air, the demesnes look visibly different from the surrounding area. Warmer and more stable, to a normal eye, and more magical to a practitioner's.

Getting back is as trivial as leaving, it'll take approximately no time.

They can report the good news that the Ice will be passable to the King. He keeps looking fondly at his ring. Preparations to depart continue.

Preparations may involve another expedition, looking around for a Feanorianless place to settle and verifying that Angband is where it's supposed to be.

After a few days, Should we try to fly over where the parley isn't? To make sure they actually will stay out, and to see what the Enemy considers an ambush's worth of force.

Oh, good idea.

I only know approximately where it'll be. Could ask Maitimo, but that would involve asking Maitimo.

And you can't do that from here. They're a couple hundred miles from the Feanorian settlement. I could, but.

Yeah. But.

What I know is that it's a hundred miles north of them, but they picked the place so I assume it isn't one hundred exactly. Think you could spot people from the air if it's that imprecise?

If they sent significant force, yes. If they sent, like, a single powerful Maia, or if they have good enough intelligence to realize it was called off, no.

I guess we could get close enough that I could ask. As much as I'd prefer not talking to him until there's a result and I can say 'you'd be dead now.'

He shudders slightly. Do you think it'll be productive to tell him that? 

Probably? If his stated reason is his real one, he speculated he might have been Doomed to lose here and listening to me might have helped avoid it.

And if he knows we're looking then I'd kind of have to tell him what we saw, but there isn't a whole lot of reason to hide anything we know about the Enemy anyway.

Fair enough.

It's a couple hundred miles detour, but their new maps could use the double check anyway.

When they're almost directly above the Feanorians, descending to slightly higher the minimum unnoticeable distance, 

Maitimo?

Amber! All well?

All well.

Quick question, does the Enemy know you're not going to the parley? I was going to see who showed up from his side. Which I'm confident is safe unless they're even more perceptive than Elves by a lot.

If he has spies in our camp he will know by now that I'm not riding out. I am reasonably certain he does not have spies in our camp.

Good.

Where should I be looking? My vision can't catch everything that could be summarized as a hundred miles north.

He sends a mental map of the area. Do be careful.

I will. Do you know if he does have anything with better senses than you?

If there are straightforward biological forms with better senses than us I'd expect the Enemy to have people who can use them. There might not be.

I'm not even sure straightforward biological forms can have senses as good as yours, but I'll leave margin of error. Thanks.

I shall hope to hear back from you in a few hours. 

The hundred-mile trip takes longer than usual, for caution's sake.

But the place is right, the time is right, and even if they do get spotted there shouldn't be much of anything that can reach them here.