"Well, Joy does, and the one from Elentári is sort of friends with Loki, but the rest of them are mostly working off whatever relations we wind up having with Doriath, which is, uh, run by Melian and Thingol."

"Who she will end up estranged from, but I suppose that's not for a while in most of their timelines."

"Yeah, exactly."

"My universe's Fëanorians - what's the plan there."

"I will consult some live ones but I'm going to guess 'extract them, put them on Vanda Nossëo'?"

"And the people who followed them?"

"Same thing probably. Vanda Nossëo's got room."

"What's it like?"

"...Elfy architecture? Full of Elentári's Noldor? Do you want go visit it or anything?"

"Once I've explained to everyone here what's going on and seen my twin brother for the first time in six thousand years and Ereinion's back and the succession is settled and everyone I can heal is healed. That will take some time."

"Yeah, sure. The comm ball can be accessed via a tech thing or a non-Arda-magic thing and then you'll be able to send messages and get a ride, tutorial for either thing takes less than an hour from a cold start usually."

"Thank you. We'll get started on all of the work that involves."

"Do you need anything else before I hop off, it might take as much as a day or two before Boots brings you earwires and a ball - any more questions...?"

"Who did your Lúthien marry?"

...Gem is suddenly having a coughing fit, please pardon her.

"It's not going to be a problem. Well, if it's a Fëanorian it's going to be a political problem but not from me."

Gem recovers. Mostly. "...it's not a Fëanorian."

"Good, that seems like a terrible match. My great-grandmother is basically 'adorable innocence personified except when she's wearing your skin as a cloak' and my adoptive family is basically 'hubris personified except when they're crumbling from total inability to take care of themselves' and it just really wouldn't work."

"It's me."

"...you can wish for - I suppose if you can wish for anything - did her parents react even worse that the standard reaction -"

"How it happened is a minor infohazard, up to you if you want it - and I guess not, actually, when I met them I'd already killed Morgoth so Thingol wanted the crown but when we found the crown it had Silmarils in it so we told the Fëanorians and they got the Silmarils off the crown and I gave him the crown without them in it and he confined himself to glowering at me a lot."

"Congratulations."

"Thanks."

"I am glad Lúthien is happy. She's welcome to come meet her alt-children once they exist again."

"I'll let her know."