Eru's plans are not revealed to me. They go on. I do not think it is as in your world, where those who did wrong in this life find the next one unpleasant.

I'm not sure that's exactly how it works in my world either - um, in the short term I prefer not aging but as far as the rest of forever is concerned I would like to have more information or expect to be able to change my mind at some point if more information comes to light.

We would not rush you to a decision on a consideration of this gravity, but immortality cannot be turned on and off.

Is there anything else you can tell me about the choice that might matter?

It is fated that eventually the choice of the fates of Elves or Men will be permitted to some. Of those, about half choose each, and for the most part they choose without regrets. I could greatly slow your aging, so you have a thousand years before you reach old age, if that would assist you.

That would be great. Uh, Valian Years?

Years as they pass in the Outer Lands, which is ten times as swiftly. To extend the lives of Men beyond that would be complicated and could fail if I attempted it.

Thousand regular years will probably still at least give me long enough to find some non-fate-altering magical solution if I decide I want that instead, she says, just asking.

I am glad there is a solution that brings you happiness.

Thank you. What other features of Valinor relevantly don't extend to Tol Eressëa, any?

The light does not reach there.

...okay, so I might sleep twice as much and need to use magic light, still gets me a factor of five. Is everything still edible? How does one get to and fro?

Everything is not edible but some of the Teleri live there by preference and would probably be happy both to sail you there and back and to get you food.

Okay. Can you think of anything I should be asking and haven't?

I would make you informed of anything I thought critical to your capacity for good choices.

Thank you.

May you find joy here, child.

Thank you, she repeats, and she heads away from the throne.

And the world comes back. Rúmil is smiling encouragingly in her general direction.

They can't fix it, but Tol Eressëa is outside the effect. It's also outside the Treelight, so I probably only gain a factor of five, not ten, sleeping more, but that still means I'll work faster than I have been, probably have something to ward myself inside a Year.

Okay. Is that where you want to go now? He raises an eyebrow. Immediately?

I'll need to pack. And I should tell Fëanáro where I'm going. Other than that yes.

All right. And they bow and turn around and depart.

"Oh," he says. "The fish is supposed to be delicious. The Teleri are all kind of gloomy but I guess you're not going for the company. You are going to come back?"