"Hmm. And yes, of course, I think Tyelcormo left it in the conference room when he came back. What does he want to do?"

"Are you sure you don't just want to read the transcript? I started writing things down because I don't trust my memory."

He raises an eyebrow, pulls it closer, reads through it. "I will credit my half-brother that he seems to be aiming for the moral high ground over the strategic one. And that this would have been uncharacteristic of him. We'll send her back, with a few people to witness."

"Do you want me to teach someone to fly now or later?"

"The sooner we can walk around our camp unarmored, the better, I gather from those who enjoy spending more time outside than I."

"All right. Do you know who it should be?"

"Tyelcormo would enjoy it."

"Where should I find him?"

"Probably bouncing off the walls of one building or another because he can't go outside. In a day or two he'll tell me that it's worth getting assassinated and I'll give him leave to go around anyway because I don't have that desire but I know things akin to it."

"...I see. It won't take that long to learn to fly, turns out osanwë makes it pretty quick."

"Convenient. Do you need anything else from me?"

"Do you think I should accompany the prisoner and her escort or is that unnecessary?"

"I don't know your other priorities. I'm not worried things will escalate."

Conference room, again. Conferencing. I'd like that, thanks. The Nolofinweans agreed to trade?

Not an outright trade; they're going to try her with some of yours there as witnesses. Should I wait till you're out of your conference?

Nah, Macalaurë's doing all the talking. I'm just here to establish that we have people with the respected Thindar skillsets of not-living-in-stone-cities and being-illiterate.

...Being illiterate is a skill? Which you have? Wasn't there a particular dyslexia alphabet for you to use? She heads for the conference room.

I think outside the Noldor people think less in terms of skills and more in terms of commonalities, and our emphasis on skillsets ends up failing to capture why 'no I can't read that thing either' is a diplomatic advantage. He opens the door. "Hey."

"Hi. Do you prefer to be invisible to learn to fly?"

"Is Irissë at their camp?"

"Yeah...?"

"Then there's no one who can shoot a flying - or falling - bird from there, or anywhere else I'd hide were I an assassin."

"Okay. Where? Near a building isn't ideal, you'll probably crash into it."

"The horses have basically eaten through all local soft surfaces. I can get blankets, if I'm going to batter myself on the landing?"