He doesn't even know their names.
Someone ought to record the fall of the civilization. He makes a recording telescope; it'll write to a chiplocked file, but he can unlock it later. He peers through it. Demons have astronomical range but he needs to place it right, not just in the vicinity.
He starts it in the center of Valinor.
It doesn't need much to keep going. It's got a whole planet to eat.
Okay.
Also, they're not calling it Valinor, Valinor meant 'land of the Valar'.
Okay. They can call it whatever.
Has anybody notified the thirty families on the intergalactic planet that they can get on their lightleaper and go to Endorë?
Not yet.
He can go do that once not-Valinor has enough demonic animals to be getting on with for the time being.
Yeah. They're calling the place Afterlife and they'd actually rather he work his magic on Endore from here forward. People can immigrate from there.
Sure.
Cam goes and parks on Endorë and is available if anybody wants anything. If anybody is going to ask whether 'anything' includes 'to punch him in the face personally' the answer is yes as long as the volume of requests doesn't get too high.
Endorë is a painful mix of appreciative and horrified. And Melian still can't reliably maintain a physical form and anyone who tries to osanwe her gets mental anguish so debilitating they sob for a month, and Huan still won't stop howling though Tyelcormo's taken him somewhere uninhabited. But also. The war's over. There are no requests to punch him in the face. Lightleapers, lots of people want lightleapers. Is there a design for a personal-use lightleaper.
If there's not yet Cam can try whipping one up. He did go to engineering school too.
There are two Noldorin kingdoms. They split along the obvious lines. They are on opposite uninhabited bits of the planet. Each of them have detailed designs for cities, if he wants to make them.
"I would like a large greenhouse with the climate and soil of Limbo, while you're here," Fëanáro says to him.
"Thanks. Silmarils might help with this project, if you happen to feel like waltzing into Angband and taking them back, but I think I can do it without.
How are you doing?"
"I was terrified I'd think of another way the day after but I did not. Or that I'd stumble on a path to stationary-takeoff lightleapers with a few years' effort but I haven't."
"If you need anything non-material or not yet invented we are here."
"Thanks. A way to straightforwardly help out in Limbo would actually be great for my psychology right about now."
"I can show you the concept? I'll use you for prototypes too obviously but we're not at that stage yet. One of the things the Silmarils could do was terraform. I'm trying to build a stripped-down Silmaril that retains only that capacity so it's not too complicated for you to make - I did some tests on the dummy one the refugees had, it doesn't suffice. But here's what a Silmaril would do to any rock whose orbit you placed it in -" he pulls up simulations - "ten years out, a hundred years out - and unless the dirt in Limbo is magic it should work there too. Then things'll grow, and from there we can just send in all of Afterlife's lovely tasty nutritionally-complete plants. Those work for Men of this world, who match humans as far as we can tell."
"Sounds good. I think the consensus is that the dirt is just dirt and it's gravity itself that acts oddly in Limbo same as in Fairyland. Limbo doesn't have orbit per se but I could send it a hover drone - it does have atmosphere as high up as we've checked, will that interfere with the propagation of Silmaril-ness? Does it matter that it doesn't rain?"
"Original Silmarils are smart enough to work around atmosphere, demon-summonable ones might have to be programmed to do it manually. Some crops will need water but not all of them and not much of it and it certainly needn't come from rain, is anyone willing to turn their kitchen sink into an irrigation source? It'd be lovely if doing that for long enough creates a water cycle, but I can get the place terraformed either way."
"Yeah, it's customary to run most sources of water constantly, if there were going to be plants people could drink it less often for a while."
"I can at least promise to get them nice edible results in a couple weeks so it seems worth it." His fingers dance and the screen fades. "When's the next concordance?"
"With Hell? Hell/Fairyland, in a couple months. They'll forward things to Limbo and about half of it will even get there."
"...fairies aren't that competent?"
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