Flying is good. Flying clears his head, flying is better than just stepping outside at that inexpressible benefit of "fresh air". People do not tend to bother him when he is flying.
"Isn't there an Earth saying - I've done my reading, you know - it'll be a cold day in Hell when anyone invites me to an ethics conference. Though Hell is a vacuum, I guess, and they invited you, and worse than that they invited Sauron, or did he invite himself? Nah, I'm just flying. Haven't touched down in, y'know, seven years.
I thought about stopping you."
"We don't have oaths through hardware. We have them because it's the kind of thing we are. We play parts. Or did, until a few years ago. I think the rules might be broken now...
...we're reflexively deterministic, see. The kind of mind that, knowing what it'd do, wouldn't do that, won't become a Maia. There is, in the space of all possible minds, the kind of thing who will know exactly what our part is, and how it ends, and do it anyway, and all of us are that. Some more resentfully than others, to be sure. I thought it was a stupid fucking script."
"Yeah. Or, like, Sauron thought he could find a way out of it. By leveraging enough things that weren't reflexively deterministic, giving them enough power that history refused to stay on the rails. He was going to try to make Men the world's technological power, break loose with them, and then you showed up and made it way easier. Trying to find a way off the rails can be your rail. Though it wasn't mine. Mine was more just kind of watching the whole fucking thing play out."
I expect you to land in deep space somewhere and then make yourselves a lightleaper. Technically a chance you'd land in a sun but it's negligible. If you'd rather make a new Maitimo when you get there you can do that too, I am just very excited about diplomatic contact with aliens and want them to meet the peoples of Endore as well as you.
"I did! I want to come along, can I?"
"Come along where?" Findekáno says behind Cam.
Maitimo grins at him, a bit reservedly. "We have interdimensional travel."
"Oh, congratulations. Are you going to Hell?"
"We do not have targeted interdimensional travel. We're going fuck-knows-where and bringing them up to the modern age as fast as we can."
"Or learning from them," Findekáno says, sitting, "it is possible that they'll look at us and go 'you poor souls what kinds of centuries-out-of-date lightleaper even is that".
"Wouldn't it? There's a bit of an exploration-exploitation tradeoff," Findekáno continues, "seems like maybe we should be hopping around to higher tech before we start bringing people up to speed - I'm thinking in particular that we've got no chance of curing mortality in aliens with current medical tech -"
"We've got Cam, though, no one else has got Cam. Could be that the high-tech aliens will think we're provincial children but also, hey, provincial children who can prevent the heat death of their universe."
The people from Brithombar are shaking their heads at the two of them. "Noldor," someone mutters.
"Lots of Men have asked at home," he says, "there's just no way at all to safely experiment even if an instance of Feanáro's figured out how the thought-collection even works."
"I think one has," Maitimo says. "One might be able to get some of the benefits of blessings without the thought-collection use of the chips, too. But it's at least a few years out. That's a hard problem."
"Perhaps we can ask the local royals, if they seem generally competent. They probably won't hesitate just because Findekáno and I would be ludicrously powerful in the local system, you exist and are ludicrously powerful with or without the local magic. Wonder if you could make your familiar part of yourself for the purposes of indestructibility, since untranslateable bad thing happens when they're killed..."
He nods. "It might not work anyway. I'm confused by how magical interactions among worlds work in general - ours doesn't seem to have native magic, unless the Ainur themselves were. Summoning as far as you know was initially exclusive to yours, and it worked in Arda only once Valinor was destroyed - were the Valar suppressing it? Did they introduce a loophole when they tried to ban it which unraveled when they were murdered?"
Could you not, Maitimo says to him.
Noted. "I would have expected magic to go by universe, not species, like the law of physics, but that's not what it looks like it's doing."
"Humans from my world can do little tiny stupid magic. It is virtually never the best way to accomplish anything, and it can only accomplish very small versions of the things daeva can do - I think the standard use case besides, well, doing a parlor trick to show off that you've mastered one, is to push buttons on assistive devices if you're too paralyzed to do anything else. Sometimes somebody writes a novel where Our Hero is tied up and has to complete a summoning circle by parlor trick or something but it just never comes up in reality like that."
...a place with talking animals prooooobably won't just let a random bird fly in and look around. What happens if he lands the crane by the gates? Well, what happens is the guard wants to know if the crane speaks Marlese, which Cam answers by saying "tolerably well", and then the guard asks what it wants, and the crane says it is foreign and would like to meet the local royalty if that is at all possible because it thinks they will find what it has to say interesting, and the guard sends a messenger to ask the King if he wants to entertain a random familiar today.
The King (!) and his wife got through most of the items on their seven-page list not within a day of their coronation but within a month, at least, and he's still busy but Iobel's going to be delighted that there's some country using crane familiar ambassadors and he can clear an hour, certainly, please extend him our welcome.
"Maybe -" He fishes around for anything matching that description that he can identify specifically enough. "You want to do the talking in case the resemblance is not superficial? And, like, you were supposed to be along for diplomatic purposes anyway... ah -" He produces a family tree.
"If the resemblance isn't superficial he won't be easy to offend or hard to work with," Maitimo says, but he commandeers the console. "Hello," he says. "Thank you for your time. We said we're from another country; it is a country in another world. We'd like to share the magic and technology of our civilization with yours, and learn about you. Where would you have us land the starship?"
Findekáno looks at the family tree. "You're married," he says to Maitimo. "And I think the rest of us exist - look at the names, that's uncannny..."
"Mitros, the King, is the eldest of seven, his next brother's name is Makarial," Findekáno says. "He has a cousin Finankar. Can you do models of everyone's faces in plastic or something..."
Mitros beams with delight and fascination. He asks an advisor to get the Queen, please. He leans forward and suggests to the crane a location to land a starship.
Mitros assesses: man who believes himself, correctly or not, to be in absolutely no danger from anything at all this world could offer, who has even more capabilities than his astonishing message suggested, who finds Mitros himself somehow surprising, who's looking through the crowd for other surprises of a similar nature -
- and then two people step out behind him and Mitros guesses the nature of the surprising thing.
Mitros also notices that this man who looks just like him and this man who looks just like his cousin broke up and not on 'it will be very challenging to win me back' terms.
Mitros smiles neutrally and raises his arms in a welcoming gesture. "Welcome to Marlatia."
"Shock, maybe," Maitimo says smiling at Mitros and at Iobel. "This came as a complete surprise to us."
"Oh," Mitros says. "I thought you might have sought it out deliberately. There are a lot of countries here and none of the others are ruled by my doppelgangers yet. Is your familiar a magpie?"
"We don't have familiars," Maitimo says. "We had, once we learned they existed, entertained some vague hopes that if we met the right knowledgeable people we could acquire them."
"You've met the right knowledgable people," he says, "but that would be wholly without precedent." He resists the urge to give Findekáno a hug, even though Findekáno obviously needs a hug, and instead points out Finankar, eyes glowing, among the guard. "Of course, so is all of this."
Mitros stares at Cam and furrows his brow for half a second before it smooths again. "I promised Iobel once," he says, "that once we ruled this world we would find out what the stars were made of and make her the empress of those, too. Don't fear for the stars, she'll be spectacularly good at it. Can you save us the time on research?"
"...the crane that's apparently-not-your-familiar said that's where you came from," Finankar says. He's fallen in step with them because his counterpart is here so why shouldn't he be.
"I got the sense he was oversimplifying," Mitros agrees.
"Dramatically," Maitimo says. "The stars are other suns; around them orbit other planets, which you can definitely colonize, and you're human so your population grows swiftly by our standards and you'll have an empire spanning the galaxy, my lady Queen, if the supply problems that'll invite do not deter you. There are also other dimensions, worlds not accessible from this one by travel in any direction, and we're from one of those. My father invented a way to hop between them and we hopped here."
"I am impressed by the crane," Mitros says, "it's a very persuasive crane! And I am even more impressed by, if also a little concerned about, the apparent capacity to make machines that speak and explain and oversimplify."
"It doesn't think," Maitimo says reassuringly. "Cam can make people of my species but not yours and he cannot make thinking machines."
Mitros nods. "Immortality?"
"Not yet," Findekáno says, "we're trying, sorry."
"Improved recall and working memory?"
"Our species has metal in our brains, and when we invented those things we invented them to work through the metal in our brains," Maitimo explains. "So we have those ourselves but can't share them, I felt terribly guilty about that even before realizing there was a version of me here. How do you know everyone?"
Mitros grins. "You know, I am actually not sure I would have benefitted if that'd been an achievable ambition. I abandoned it in favor of ruling the world, or are you doing both?"
"I found cause to abandon that ambition too," Maitimo says, "at least temporarily."
"The crane didn't compose its own words, we were talking through it same way we're talking through these things now," says Cam, waving his computer. "It's also loosely possible that you could get the kind of immortality I have if you travel to their world or mine first, it doesn't work here but it might not just fail to work for you."
They file into the palace. Mitros dismisses the guards. The newcomers aren't exactly safe to be around but the guards don't make them any moreso. Several people should keep ranged spells for unconsciousness charging outside the door, just in case. Antir lands on his shoulder. He murmurs to her that she should go meet Maitimo.
So she lands on Maitimo's shoulder instead. Maitimo's face remains perfectly relaxed but Mitros can tell he's startled.
"All right," Mitros says. "Can I get you anything to eat or drink?"
Mitros stares adoringly at his wife and lets Antir do the monitoring of reactions in the room while everyone eats. Finankar has noticed what Mitros is up to and is amused, though keeping a straight face. Maitimo has figured it out and disapproves strongly but is hiding it almost perfectly. Findekáno's also leaning towards disapproval. Cam seems carefree.
"Oh, no, we've also got more advanced technology on top of that - I'm not sure how to cash it out in terms of years, since it depends what you focus on and with what development resources and also whether you're an Elf, Elves are kinda slow at things - these ones are better than average - but anyway much better tech, you're many prerequisites behind from what I can tell."
"We do not yet have such a thing, you may choose to feel slighted that we came unprepared or delighted to have design input as you prefer." Next to the part of his computer display that is producing translations as the Marlatians speak, he produces a notetaking window and starts an outline.
"Supposed to be random, but instead it picked one where the first people you'd meet would be yourselves. That's interesting.
Anyway," he says, "I was confused for what I assume is the reason you're now confused. Iobel is my greatest asset and closest friend and the inspiration of many of my ambitions and a fantastic spellbinder in her own right who is probably going to invent immortality if my father does not beat her to it. And you two are - civilly acquainted." AND YOU GOT A BOY, YOU GOT IOBEL AS A BOY, YOU GOT IOBEL AS A BOY AND YOU POLITELY TOLERATE EACH OTHER HOW THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN. He has communicative telepathy but he doesn't want to charge it and he doesn't need it, Maitimo obviously got the message.
"Why later, because I feel like this is going to be really distracting as background fact during a conversation about electricity - or maybe you should all talk about electricity and Cam and I should go discuss our life stories, if this distraction is unique to us or me or something -"
"I think we are all distracted but should maybe do this in different rooms," Mitros says, "it will save time to not phrase things to save feelings. I really want to get the short version before we do that, though -"
"If there is ever a war," says Maitimo, "and hundreds of thousands of people are dying every day and there's endless piles of work and it feels indefensible to spend the effort on communication required to not have an annoying-but-strategically-insignificant level of background hostility with your ex, do the communication work anyway. You failed to factor in the probability that the strategic situation will change fast enough to obviate all your logistics and very much not obviate the benefits of functional communication."
"...it's not even very much communication work!" Mitros says. "You two are startlingly good at that even under extreme pressure! It would have taken you an hour and a half!"
"Yes, and we thought it would be an indefensible use of time to try. And now you're warned against the mistake and will not make it."
"...thanks," he says. "Now long version, separately?"
Iobel gets up and inclines her head to Cam, who follows her. "You walk very briskly," he observes.
"You're keeping up."
"I've got wings and a tail and they help and I would still not usually walk this briskly."
"I've got a spell, I'll charge it for you while we talk."
"Lovely."
Mitros is a King, he can dismiss everyone else. Findekáno and Finankar leave.
"Please at least tell me you got the chance to fuck him before you did whatever you did."
"There was a war on. That I don't even regret."
"Well then I am going to sit here and regret it on your behalf, good lord, Iobel as a boy..."
"...is there a spell for it, or did you just -"
"Have to get married to be King," he says, "but she also belongs in power so it worked out all around."
"So is yours just less fucked up," Cam says, when he's parked in Iobel's room with her cat sniffing him suspiciously, "or what."
"I suppose he must be, how fucked up is yours?"
"He told me point blank I was his type and I was not even slightly tempted to go for it in any context that actually involved having him in the room at the time, the drama with Findekáno was just that conspicuously toxic - they were on the downlow shortly post-breakup when I arrived and without 'homosexuality is unthinkable' goggles on I still had them figured out the moment I saw them interacting and didn't want to touch it and it didn't get better."
"You're gay?"
"Bi."
"Huh. I'm straight, and Mitros let me think he was too for three dates after he picked me up at a party dropping hints about wanting a queen and then out came the entire fiasco -"
Findekáno and Finankar just look at each other ruefully for a minute.
"Don't talk me back into it," Findekáno says.
"...are you planning to, like, find someone else, or just quietly regret that the only person you want is someone you're better off without..."
"...empirically the latter?"
"...you can probably borrow mine."
"Is he actually any different though."
"I don't know what yours did."
"Well, we initially broke up because on his father's orders he started a stupid fight that ended with thirty thousand people dead, and I came in and saw him under attack and helped. And then he felt it'd been entirely justified and I didn't agree so we decided to put us aside for the war. But then situations kept repeatedly arising that demanded we work closely together and - you know how the only mood he doesn't try to poke to see where he stands is 'unreasonable hostility' - so I ended up defaulting to that. And we were functional. But unpleasant for everyone around us. You should have a better fallback."
"Resign?"
"It was legitimately too important to resign."
"Ugh."
(Cam explains his life story up to the part where he turned into a demon; Iobel explains her entire life story and introduces him properly to Cricket and Cricket deigns to be petted; Cam explains the rest of his life story with a hundred and fifty year "nothing much" inserted before he wound up on Araman.)
"So," Maitimo says, "he asked me what I'd have done if Findekáno wouldn't keep it quiet and - well, what would you have done?"
"Hmm, there wasn't time pressure, was there? Sat down for about an hour and tried to come up with options better than the ones popping into my head."
"I said one of the ones popping into my head."
"Knowing presumably that he'd be incredibly upset -"
"I wasn't trying to seduce him! Why is this so hard to get into your head!"
"I - I think you've correctly identified the mistakes you made, I am just losing my mind over how wasteful it is!"
"- I mean, sure, he's pretty, Elves are kind of all pretty actually it got to the point where I had to start ignoring it, they're ridiculous, but that can't compensate for having to be a secret all by itself and he wasn't offering me a monarchy -"
"My only hard power is the Department of Education, although people do listen to me beyond that and he does in particular."
"He wasn't even offering me a Department of Education! He didn't even actually hit on me, tell you the truth, the bit about me being his type came up when he was addressing that Findekáno thought we were fucking, why that would seem plausible."
"I suppose I don't know what it looks like when he's attracted but not trying as opposed to trying but not attracted..."
"I mean," Findekáno says, "what are the odds there are exactly two? There's probably one somewhere who isn't screwed up, and I'll just wait for that one."
"That doesn't sound like a healthy mindset."
"If Endore gets more socially liberal I can maybe even occasionally have casual sex."
"While waiting for your lover from a dimension where he can cut the power games out once you break up."
"I mean, if you want to point me at someone better -"
"Mitros is mine and I think I'd love him even if he locked me in the dungeons to feed my family into a black hole for the greater good. If he brought them back. Which you said he did."
"The ones he could."
"The black hole thing, assuming I'm getting all the significance of it without having the physics -"
"You are, there's not much to get besides 'planet and everything on it gone'."
"Well, I don't know how much it helps but it sounds like you won."
"Pyrrhic victory." The computer fails to translate. "Uh, I won, but it sucked."
"Do you believe the unpronounceable Maia about five hundred years -"
"...Not sure. But it doesn't sound impossible."
"You won."
"It sucked."
"But you won."
"Marrying someone you don't want just - Elves wouldn't do that. It's pretty fucked up."
"Finankar and I broke up and remained very good friends and eventually talked things through and got back together. Y'know. If you're calling me fucked up."
"Yeah, I don't think it's a feature of breakups in general, I think it's a feature of breakups under intense psychological pressure due to constant horrifying atrocities occurring that are by design just barely within my capacity to prevent or mitigate. Those ones are bad for me. I should avoid them."
"I'm sorry."
"I wasn't - that's not the point."
"It kind of is. You won and now there's six of you grinding your teeth to the bone in atonement, and you're all alone, and you're planning on staying alone - because if you won't try for Cam, you aren't going to find anyone worth trying for -"
"I do not stand a chance with Cam."
"Yep, I noticed immediately. I am just saying that's pretty fucking unfortunate."
"Do you want to, like, hug my parents or something...?"
"...I feel like that would be awkward. They won't recognize me and we'll probably have a way into Limbo soon."
"Okay, just thought I should offer. How hard would it be for me to learn to use a computer like you've got?"
"...learning curve would be a bitch, might be worth it, do not want you to be the first test subject on the chip in your brand of human though."
"Fair enough. Magic necklace?"
"You mean like the one you're wearing right now?"
"Yes, like that. And here goes your grace spell -"
"If you actually end up ruling an interdimensional empire and then you asked Cam out he might consider it."
"You are way more invested in this than I am!"
"Yeah, I kind of resent your world just getting, on every possible level, a sad ending..."
"I agree with you about that but you are missing all of the important levels and focusing on one thing that I don't even want that much, besides idly recognizing he has a personality I'd work well with under completely different life circumstances!"
"I sort of feel like you're lying to yourself here."
"Findekáno didn't invent resurrection to win me back but he invented resurrection and brought me back and it didn't fix anything. Some things aren't fixable."
"Bullshit."
"How old are you, seventy-five?"
"...try a third of that. What's your point?"
"I don't want to rule an intergalactic empire very badly anymore and I really hope you never understand why."
"Because you're depressed, yeah, I wouldn't want to be-"
"Not. It."
The three questions match and a lot of little trivialities match and he gives her a non-chiplocked computer to watch Atriama ("the subtitles will be badly translated but I think it'll still work") and other items, he teaches his computer her alphabet more properly and hashes out some translations that it wasn't handling by itself, Cricket sits in his lap, and Cam winds up sending Maitimo and Finekáno each a message that they're all set to talk electricity whenever the others are.
They've all four gathered in the conference room again but take a little while to tell Cam and Iobel they're ready.
"In the interests of honesty," Mitros says, "I spent most of our time haranguing Maitimo on the lost opportunity to court a boy Iobel and mostly just kind of avoided thinking about this, because what happened here makes perfect sense to me and also scares me to death and that didn't seem like as fun a conversation."
"I also assumed Maitimo'd take advantage of the opportunity there," Findekáno says. "It's out of character and a little worrying."
"I think he's dealing with some psychological issues stemming from the war," Mitros says. "If he were healthy he'd be ruling a few planets by now."
"Mitros is overly sure of himself," Maitimo says, "and has ulterior motives because he wants to vicariously have sex with alternate versions of his wife. He is probably right, though."
"I am obviously right," Mitros says. "Also I'm really regretting that I'm not sexually compatible with myself -"
"That occurred to me when we got forking," Maitimo agrees.
"...I am perfectly compatible with myself but don't find that at all tempting," Findekáno says, "wow."
Mitros frowns. "...is there an obvious reason why the two of you haven't just asked Cam for past, less psychologically scarred versions who still like each other?"
"It'd creep Cam out," Findekáno says. "I asked him to roll back Maitimo by three months for pressing strategic reasons and he refused. He might not have trusted my motives, though. And - I wouldn't erase the memories that got me to the point of not desiring to be in a relationship with Maitimo, and it amounts to the same thing."
"I considered it," Maitimo said brightly. "Making younger versions of me and sending them to Findekáno as a present, and hoping he got the hint, and then I'd have explain to my Findekáno at length everything I did to make it the considered opinion of his older self that we shouldn't be dating and he'd blink at me and say 'well, planning to do that again?' and then I'd have him back. But. I was in fact bad for him."
"Is anyone else," says Finankar, "really worried by this bizarre self-abnegation 'I won't take this thing I want, I don't deserve it' thing, I've only ever seen that on Mitros when he was apologizing for something, he sure as hell never steered with it -"
"He also did not feed any planets into black holes, now did he."
Finankar looks up at him, alarmed. "Dude. If you are really an alternate version of my Mitros I am very worried about you. Why don't you - stop living among people who expect and reward conspicuous displays of shame and self-loathing over something you did, I think that's the operative ingredient here..."
Mitros nods as if in sudden realization. "Yes, definitely. Come live here, maybe."
"It'll be my pleasure to aid you in catching up with modern standards, but in the long term I'm needed at home."
"You're literally redundant there!"
"And I don't like it here particularly, it's ugly."
Findekáno snorts.
"I guess maybe I should give it some time," Mitros says. "But do spend that time becoming emperor of something, when we find another universe with a boy Iobel you can tempt him with power."
"Why don't we teach electricity," Maitimo says.
And then they ask Cam and Iobel to come back.
"This world has a hundred thousand people dying irretrievably every day. I watched my father torture himself over that for long enough. It didn't give him some brilliant insight. Didn't save a single one of them. We do the best we can with what we've got. And we're about to have a lot more to be doing our best with, right?"
"...yeah. Uh, I will want to do some medical research before actually testing anything but since you seem to be pretty much humans and not pharmaceutically inconvenient Elves you may be able to get some working memory boosts, temporary but that's all you need, with various drugs and so on, and that's if we don't figure out how to cyborg you, and also it may just plain work for you to come to Endorë and perform summonings there, was that explained?"
Mitros is still occasionally giving Cam glances of frustrated anguish.
They get to work planning a tech introduction. Fannar comes in. He blinks at the Elves. Mitros gives him the short version.
"Excellent," he says. "What language are they speaking-"
"Translation software, you can pick it up as you go -"
"And idiolects -"
"They don't have them."
"You poor souls," Fannar says pityingly. Then he sits down to learn electricity.
Which Cam, if not necessarily his translation software, is well equipped to explain, but he can just introduce Quenya vocabulary as he proceeds through introduction to electrical engineering - "My studies were all aimed at an audience of demons, so you will have to apply to the Elves for information on where to get your materials -"
It's really impressive for a human! Cam does not say that part. It takes him a lot longer than that to learn languages, anyway. Computer for Fannar. It comes with a tutorial in its use - "people keep designing things to put stuff in context for new daeva, that's one of them."
Mitros has some hard-to-push-off meetings in the evening but everyone else can continue working well into the night. He talks with Finankar and with Iobel before he goes, Finankar in his idiolect and Iobel in what he must mistakenly think is a voice too quiet for Elven hearing. "Do you want to take charge of seeing this through?" he says to her. "The less technical aspects, I mean, it makes sense to delegate the engineering to my father."
"I have been thinking this whole trip - 'well, if we'd known we were seven years from interdimensional travel' - but of course under the relevant conditions we might not have been -"
"I think I actually agree with your counterpart that you're being unhelpfully hard on yourself," Findekáno says. "...my counterpart said 'oh, hell, of course they did' and then gave me a hug and then asked what Maiar were like, which ones I'd known personally..."
"I'm unsure of my ability to handle a commotion effectively with computer translation if some innocent morning person makes a fuss, and while you could probably pass for human without cutting off any extremities if nobody was expecting any differently you do bear a strong resemblance to members of the royal family," Cam says.
Maitimo sighs. "Well, we will have no choice but to ask the King's permission to spend some time in the gardens or somewhere at some point, but I suppose it needn't be right now." If you think we self-flagellate too much you could stop making comments like that.
Comments like that my counterpart asked me to tell him about the dead? The problem with you is that all your grief is manipulative so you assume everyone's is.
Cam solicits a location in the basement in which to set up unobtrusive medical experiments and goes and sets those up and eventually reports that local humans seem to metabolize everything the same way Earth ones do, who wants to try psychoactive working memory drugs?
"I'll give it a try right now," Fannar says. "The fountain was a priority because it is much more scalable - we can't replace hospitals because people need to at some point have designated a healthy version of themselves and not everyone will, and some aren't born healthy, but we can change quite a lot..."
"- I assume that if someone with your chip blessing things loaded up could be a spellbinder they'd be able to cram like a square mile of chart into their head," Iobel says. "It might just be a species thing, except that we seem to be the same kind of human Cam used to be, so it could be something like being born in this world."
And Marlatia will be delighted to harbor the and have them tutored in spellbinding if they turn out to have spirit animals - "And then we can get really ridiculous. I don't think a resurrection spell would be more than five or six times the size of anything we pulled off today."
Everyone is very optimistic about this.
It is a crazed few weeks. Technological development starts being put into place. Mitros gets his improved recall, though it's not going to bootstrap readily up to the kind of memory Elves can achieve. They roll out plans for universal education and literacy, the newcomers having thought that was a good idea, and share healing fountains with all nearby countries that aren't having wars and don't own slaves.
Rollout continues. They make a very productive team of doubles. It's Mitros's birthday, and unlike Maitimo he's not so old that it's faintly ridiculous to even track those, and there are plans for a concert (Maitimo and Findekáno are unimpressed with Makarial. Though he's very good for a human.) and a state dinner.
The tail is adorable. "She deserves, in addition to a husband who adores her and respects her and is absurdly good at building her kingdoms as presents, one who wants her. And I can't. It's so annoying. It is a miracle she puts up with me, but then, you know, absurdly good at building kingdoms as presents.
May I kiss you?"
"Yes you may."
He kisses like she does, actually, modulo the extra century and a half, if Mitros remembers - but of course he's taller and stubblier and apparently considers his wings an essential component of anything that is going to involve standing this close together.
Mitros remembers. This kiss is much nicer. The stubble and the wings are only part of the reason. "You have such a perfect set of powers for who you are," he says, "for who she is. Building things. Racing around the multiverse building things. Building worlds. I am so delighted that you came here first."
"If your ideal boyfriend finds being a secret a dealbreaker - it'd bother Cam a lot, I am uncertain how closely he approximates your ideal boyfriend other than the worldhopping - I'm planning to eventually reshuffle power so we're emperor and empress regnant and then you can openly have your own consort, people can say what they like."
And that afternoon he finds Maitimo and tells him he is the biggest idiot in the multiverse.
"I think Elves might be more monogamously inclined and slower to get over things than humans," Maitimo says.
"I mean, it's not strictly my business if you want to spend the next five centuries single."
"I do."
"You're still the biggest idiot in the multiverse."
"If I'd been smarter," he says, "I could have found out what Melkor was planning fifty Years sooner and maneuvered the Valar into stopping him and saved everyone."
"That too, I guess, though even Dad didn't do that..."
"And then yes I suppose there wouldn't have been a war on and maybe I'd have liked the boy equivalent of the girl you married under completely different circumstances."
"Mmmm hmmmm," Mitros says.
They're back in Arda. The Elves start checking their internet workspaces for important notes and projects. Fëanáro wants to solicit more demons to help on the binary-search inhabited-planet-finding process, if there are any that can be trusted with the knowledge of interdimensional travel, if Cam doesn't have any recommendations perhaps he can briefly go back to Hell and put a Maitimo there to try to screen people? Also please give him all languages that are spoken in the dimension they explored.
Maitimo and Findekáno shake hands and head off in opposite directions. Fannar draws a summoning circle.
"All languages" is a tall order what with the literally every human on the planet having one of their own with no written equivalent on top of a human-normal variety of vernaculars. Cam has some loose recommendations based more on professional than personal knowledge but perhaps it would be easier to vet demonized Men or Dwarves than to rely on a Maitimo being able to handle life in Hell where a lot of things are casually radioactive and everyone expects everyone else they meet to be a demon.
There's only a handful of demonized Men and Dwarves so far, since it's been so little time, but letters will be addressed to them. There's a blessing for radiation; everyone expecting everyone else to be a demon might be more of a problem. Fëanáro is really really out of his mind at the thought that every single person has a language. Well, he'll learn as many as he can.
And Fannar's summoning circle works! It produces a racist angel who glares at Cam but accepts a record player as compensation for her time ("can't beat vinyl").
"Speaking of your polyglottalism I want to piggyback on that," Cam tells Fëanáro, "computer translation's great and all but not ideal."
"I didn't learn any of them but your alt knows a bunch. And we're going to move some people to their planet to have kids there in case that gets them spirit animals, albeit mostly for spellbinding reasons and not idiolect research but no reason not to combine the two."
"Improvisation seems unavoidable - different magic systems different tech levels, different cultures, about the only thing that's the same is the biology which means we don't have to reinvent medical science every time. We might be able to set up a sort of tech tree thing where we figure out where they are and what prerequisites they have for what else? But that wouldn't be human-specific."
"I mean. Currently I'm made of matter, you can tell because you can see me. I guess you could say that what I really am is the thing telling the matter to take this shape, but it's not detectable by any tech the Elves have invented yet, except by what it's doing, and what it's doing just looks like picking up molecules and moving them around. It's possible we're not even sapient, does that help you sleep at night?"
"If I want to know how someone else is doing, I can know instantly whether they want me to and, if they do, everything they're experiencing at the moment. No matter where they are. Most of us leave those channels active with a lot of other people, feels like being able to be in more places than one, and so it was like ninety-nine percent of our senses dying, when everyone in Valinor stopped having experiences."
"Right now we're doing attention:Himring for anything that should be relayed to people here, same for the other nations. Don't send anything you don't want the Elves to see, they sort it once I conjure it and it's not all in languages I speak so I wouldn't even necessarily notice if any of it's not meant for their eyes."
"Or if you expect you're going to need that, let me know the system, and I'm not sure I'd be a great actor but I'd at least try. Though. The Elves seem to be carefully setting themselves up to rule something much bigger than their current country, I don't really object but I'm not sure I'd want to get caught in peoples' cross-purposes."