When they're done for the day Bella scoops up Fëanáro and tries to let them out of the little booth where they've been doing their science ethernet browsing.
This is not the café hallway. This is a bar. Sitting at it is a Quendi man next to a teetering five foot tall stack of napkins.
He turns around. "Hello," he says to Bella. "You're holding me. Can you set him down? He'll be curious about the bar and I have lots of reading material for him." And to Fëanáro, "it's an interdimensional bar. I feel like my intelligence is being insulted but apparently no time passes back home so at least I'm not getting behind on anything important. How are you, what's she doing here?"
"I'm curious how you heard what happened, I didn't know when I was your age or I'd have been able to invent enough ways to prevent it. The Valar pardoned Melkor. He murdered our father and returned to torturing everyone in the Outer Lands to death, slowly. I amassed an army and went to stop him. Some people tried to stop me. Then we fought Melkor and we stopped him and my instance of the person you are calling Bella managed to free orcs and get all the dead released and round the planet and put us in touch with the rest of the galaxy, where we've commenced rescuing everyone in need in it."
"That's when the other you showed, actually. Maybe your instances arrive to disrupt whatever the Valar anticipate, even if they pick different times. Though I would have left the war in capable hands. We have seven children," he says to the smaller Fëanáro.
"I wanted ten."
"Your wife will want to stop at seven. And they're seven excellent children, worth two of ordinary ones."