He considers this for a second. "Immediately."

"Hm, I did kind of imply I'd stay longer than I did last time when they next saw me - would this put me at risk of missing the trial, I don't know quite how long it'll take them to get there - and didn't you want to fly over your cousins? You can do that now and they're in the opposite direction."

"You can just show me where Tumunzahar is, presumably? I was interested in flying over Nolofinwë's host out of concern for their wellbeing and out of curiosity about whether you can simulate large numbers of people convincingly and to high resolution. Tumunzahar will satisfy the latter curiosity and give me a better avenue to pursue the former."

"I can just show you where it is but if I don't go with you you'll show up and be a bird," she points out. "The tunnels are pretty roomy considering how short everyone there is, but I wouldn't choose to maneuver there as a bird. Plus you said it seems to make you hungry faster."

"Right. Hmm. After the trial, then, if that's convenient for you and it doesn't end with anyone menacing anyone." He sighs. "I'd have told Father to try her here, sentence her to death, pardon her as the King of the Noldor, and send her home so Nolofinwë isn't even sure whether he should feel relieved or insulted and everyone in their host thinks of the incident as a embarrassment rather than a martyrdom."

"...Well, that's an interesting approach. Do you have a guess how long the trial will take, or do you just want to hang out here being elf-shaped until I come back this way...?"

"I'll be Elf-shaped and try to work on the aversion to eating or drinking, but I won't stay right here and would appreciate knowing when I should be here to expect you."

"You'd know better than I would how long Quendi trials might last. I'd expect it over with in a few hours, maybe a couple days if the evidence turns out to be really complicated, were this Asgard; it isn't."

"We've never had a trial on a charge this serious. Perhaps a week?"

"...I might not stay there for a whole week unless they all look about to go for each other's throats the minute I'm not looking judgmentally at them. Well, I guess I could get spellcrafting done. I will plan to be here in a week; it shouldn't matter for your purposes if I get bored and detour to visit the traveling orcs in the middle or something."

"You have a very low threshold for boredom. I've sat through infrastructure negotiations that lasted three Valian Years. I will be here in a week and remain here for a week afterwards in case it lasts longer than you expected."

"I'm just glad I don't get bored flying - well, yet, it's still newish - or I'd have an awful time. I'd leave you some reading material just because thinking about you sitting here doing nothing for a week gives me sympathy boredom but I haven't got any you haven't seen. Maybe you can taxonomize the prairie grasses and make baskets out of them." She shakes her head. "Anything else to pass on?"

"Tell my father that he owes me five birthday presents and they can all be moving to eastern Beleriand."

...She snorts. "Your evidence is that it's been at least five years or I'm really from an advanced planet which puts caster wheels on its library carts," she points out.

"Yes, but if that's true then he really exists and has more pressing worries than indulging me in testing how many complicated political schemes I can play out solely through distrusted third-party messenger while he thinks I'm disloyal and Findekáno thinks I'm dishonest, and I really would get bored if I couldn't play that game."

"Well, I'll pass on the request. I don't actually remember how long ago you did get captured, maybe you do have a birthday backlog."

"We don't actually celebrate peoples' four-hundred-twelfth through four-hundred-seventeeth, I just need a lighthearted way to remind him so when I escalate to pleading it won't come out of nowhere."

"...Huh, I hadn't actually formed concrete beliefs about how old anyone was chronologically. Or how long it takes Quendi to grow up. You'd be yea high if you were four hundred seventeen and Asgardian." She holds her hand four and a bit feet off the ground.

"Valian years are ten times as long as the locals say Outer Lands years are, and I don't know how Asgardian years compare."

"Days seem similar lengths - maybe Asgardian ones are a little longer - and an Asgardian year is three hundred ninety days and change."

"Then you're roughly the same as the Outer Lands ones, which they measured by the stars until all the recent alterations."

"Okay, so you're four thousand, which is older than I am."

"How old are you?"

"Might be home in time for my millennium."

"You're child-sized at five hundred but fully-grown at eight?"