She is not critically low on gem clarity, so she has the next two hours to herself to think as long as she doesn't make noise, which she doesn't, and foxes all the monitors attached to her real quick before they beep, which she does; she could go out the window but she has no plans for this loop which require her to skip town. She clicks her heels together and gets into her costume and pulls out a notebook to organize her itinerary.
Obviously the thing to do when the trees cry out that there's something awful and wrong in Doriath is to flee.
She doesn't do that.
Obviously the thing to do if you're not going to flee is to shoot at it.
She doesn't even know how to draw a bow.
She turns and looks at it and it's a snake with a mirror held in its jaws and at this point she realizes how devastated everyone will be if she's injured and she turns to flee but by this point it's too late, no matter how swift she is on her feet.
"Who are you? - Keep your voice down."
She is no longer in Doriath; she feels it instantly as the absence of a thousand other senses. She then looks around and feels it more obviously; no Elves or even Dwarves would have built such a place as this. And someone's speaking a language she's never heard, and -
She should be terrified. She is actually kind of excited. Hello.
Hello. If you make a noise we will have company I don't want. Who are you? How did you get here?
The girl is alarmed; she smiles apologetically and tries toning down the osanwe. There was a snake in Doriath. I'm actually guessing it wasn't a monster of the Enemy's, random creatures sometimes make it past the wards but things of evil never would. I'm Lúthien! It's nice to meet you, I'm sorry if I've somehow trespassed...
You're going to need to back up and give me way more context. I have never heard of Doriath or the Enemy or wards.
Some people call it Eglador? Are you Avarin? You don't look like anything I've ever seen, actually - and even the Avari've heard of the Enemy -
I'm sorry. This has never happened to me and I feel numb all over from missing Doriath and why is this room so appallingly ugly I think I need a little time to collect myself.
...why not? I mean, I should go home, people will worry, but is this place dangerous? I'm happy to help in the war, it's just my father'd never let me risk it.
Then we need to get everyone out. Probably not to my home, it can't feed them all, but to Valinor, maybe, or even in the Noldor kingdoms you wouldn't get eaten by monsters, and also I'm likelier than any of you to be fine, since you're all incarnates. Are our months the same length? What's the monster?
Seven billion? I think we need the Valar.
How are you handling the seven billion people? That way of handling should work for me too, shouldn't it?
...can you maybe start at the beginning?
I can't think of an avenue more obvious than letting this body go and heading to Mandos but if you've never heard of the Valar it might take me more than a month even to find him. I can do that if you really think it's going to be dangerous to be here. What are witches?
My reality's going to be trying really hard to find me but I don't know how that'll work with time things. Mandos is where we go if we damage our bodies beyond repair, he makes us new ones. If this is a different reality I don't know how I'd find my way there if this body died.
Are you going to eventually figure out how to save the world?
I mean, I'm half-Maia and sing like it and depending what kind of incarnate you are I'm probably physically a lot stronger than you? I can't compose a song specifically for witches in a month, though.