Looks like valaraukar. A couple dozen of them.

Can there be more hidden ones? If so you should look for patters of spirits like the ones around the valaraukar. He's probably not hiding from senses he doesn't know exist.

I don't think there's more of them. Something else with weird patterns of spirits around it, yes. ...you should ask to meet Huan.

Who's Huan?

My cousin's pet dog. He's a Maia. It's a long story. I am curious if that's maybe the other thing down there.

If the patterns are much more complicated than connections between the people and other ones pointing off toward Angband, I'm not sure what it could be. Which does suggest some kind of Maia, here.

He bounces the mental image to her. It's technically possible to borrow senses with osanwe, you can actually just try looking through my eyes...

Does that work in general, or only if you're actively letting me, because that'd be a major secrecy hazard.

Senses are private thoughts by default. It's still a problem because, well, my darling cousin if he does not trust his spies can just ask that they let him look through their eyes. But it can't happen accidentally.

OK, good. Trying it now.

The world jumps a few feet to the side. ...wow, that's disorienting.

It's definitely a person, with that many connections floating around. But it's like them being there is affecting everything else. Nearby spirits going out of their way to interact with the ones around them. Or something like that.

I am very glad no one's down there planning to parley with it. 

Especially since whoever it is is invisible. So we've got one nasty surprise everyone saw coming, one presumably nastier one we didn't, and no Silmaril.

Yep. Want to go be smug at my cousins?

If it's by telepathy they might be curious about why I'm not coming in person, since they know I have to do that at some point anyway. I'm assuming you don't want to show your face there?

Maitimo'd know right away that I'm a practitioner, but he almost certainly already does. I don't particularly mind it but I don't know if it's wise.

He does. And the cover story wouldn't be blown, either; I don't know how permanent songs would let me get here but if it works on one person it could work on two.

I just meant I thought you wanted not to talk to them.

I don't want to talk to Maitimo; the rest of them are fine.

All right.

Remember they think we don't know they know Men can mess with songs. So they shouldn't ask how we got here, but if they do it's classified.

And they start heading south.

The Feanorian camp is full of activity.

Is this a bad time?

Not unless you are planning to cause me a lot of trouble; are you? We have the metal things you asked for made.

I am not planning that, no. There's just more going on than there was last time we talked and you didn't seem likely to be one of the less busy people.

I have more rings of minor magic than you and can coordinate logistics simultaneously with a conversation. We're just preparing in case the Enemy attacks here.

All right, we're on our way in.

In meaning down, of course. They land technically in visual range but without happening to be looked at, and can then just walk toward the door.

He goes out to meet them. He does not betray any surprise at seeing them, but his eyes linger on Findekano and several of the guards tense.