"He's great. Maybe yours is even still alive, if you didn't notice him with everyone the Valar were mad at... if he stayed in Valinor..."

"If he stayed in Valinor it's probably not worth it to try to meet him."

"I wouldn't go to Valinor but - I could try talking to him -"

"If you can do that from not-in-Valinor it might well be worth a shot."

"I had these things you could put on your ear and use to talk to people in the Outer Lands, so people could talk to their friends and family there. I don't know that it's a good idea - your Rúmil won't know me - but he might be alive, he might be able to tell us more about what happened after you died -"

"Maybe. I don't know how much people in Valinor are informed about stuff happening not in Valinor."

"Yeah. It might just be - silly, sentiment, but it might be better than working only off what we can remember -"

"And there's nothing wrong with sentiment. Every now and then I find a modern singer who sounds a little like Macalaure, if nowhere near as good, and I end up buying every album they've put out."

Nod.

"I miss them so much."

"Fucking Valar. Fucking gods in general, I thought the Valar were different from the ones in my world and they're just - different but only better if everything goes their way all the time -"

"They cannot fucking conceive that Incarnates' lives and priorities and autonomy might be more important than their own fucking whims and desires--" she chokes out, tears welling again. "They--they let Melkor out and they Doomed us to fail in fighting him because we defended ourselves, fuck--"

"Do you want a hug?"

"That'd be nice."

Hug.

Hug.

"So what was in your prophecies of Feanaro behaving badly?" she asks after a while. "I don't know if I'll be able to supply any more context--but--if I can know a little more about what happened to them after I died--"

"I didn't get all that much - they were just trying to convince me it was a bad idea to speed him up - Valinor has a time sliding effect, it took me a Year to notice it, and then I asked them to except me from it and they said they couldn't and I moved to Tol Eressëa and invented a magic necklace that would do it and I made a bunch and they panicked and broke all of them except mine but they did let me share it with Fëanáro - anyway what I have is -" this -

"So he died so soon anyway and that stupid Oath was for nothing."

"I remember the ships burning. Couldn't see it myself, but someone let me borrow their eyes."

"Left Nolofinwe's half of the host stranded in Valinor. And my sister and I, by accident. We were supposed to be on the first set of ships."

"Nolofinwe's host decided to cross anyway. Over the Ice. Lots of people died. Including Imliss and I."

"He shouldn't have burned them. He gets so - so intense about things - he tries to do absolutely everything via sheer intellect and he's gappy on skills like emotional regulation but that's not an excuse I can just sort of see how -"

"He shouldn't have and I'm not just saying that because it hurt me personally. I just. Everything was so shitty, and I've--I've been in that place where everything's going wrong and it feels like the world is conspiring against you and you'll do anything at all to feel like you're capable of fighting back. I think when you're in that place people ought to stop you from doing things that regrettable but--it just--"

Nod.

"I'm so tired of losing everything."

"I hope I can help."

"I really hope so too."

"I'll open my door and telekinesis what I can out of my apartment."