"It takes a lot of practice but you just need a way of consistently mentally differentiating thoughts you want to share and thoughts you don't. - you can't separate people from their children because they make terrible decisions? Or are you worried they'll want to come too?"

Hmmm how does she separate her thoughts. "They're not technically my children. They're my sister's children. She's dead. She'd want me to have them more than my parents, honest, she's just - not really here to personally assert this. And I don't really expect them to respond very well to the whole quitting my job via extradimensional ritual summoning spell and then running off to an alien dimension thing."

"Their father's dead, too?"

" - well, Connor's is. We dunno who Zana's dad is. Wasn't human."

"Ah."

"It's not great. We're trying our best."

"It seems like a horrible situation for everyone. But if you invite the kids, they'll come?"

"Yeah. They'll come."

"Then I wouldn't ask anyone else, personally."

My father and his father don't get along.

Ah. 

"I'm not gonna let them keep the kids under the kids' protest. Ideally I would at least - let them know anything about what's going on, I imagine they'd be incredibly worried if the kids just disappeared. I mean, they'll be incredibly worried either way, but - less."

"Would it be easier if someone else explained?"

"I dunno. Maybe me and someone else. It's gonna sound insane no matter what. They don't know about aliens or other dimensions or anything like that. And at least if I talk to them they'll know the kids weren't just kidnapped by - I don't even know what they'll decide you people are."

"We should come up with a name for ourselves. Right now we use Quendi, which means 'speakers', which doesn't differentiate us from most of the aliens, apparently."

"Yeah, I think a lot of kinds of things speak. But they probably mostly don't use the word 'Quendi' to refer to themselves, so it probably wouldn't be confusing on other people's ends? Although it might be confusing on your end."

"I think it's too imprecise even if no one else minds, but we'll have a proper debate over it in Tirion and see how it shakes out."

Nod. If that's how they do things. 

"Anyway, I think you don't look alien enough that my parents will believe you about being aliens. Maybe if you were giant floating jellyfish or something. - I guess you don't know what a jellyfish is."

"We don't know how to do interdimensional transit without a Vala yet."

"We - also mostly don't except apparently lots of people secretly do. My parents are not going to believe that it's a thing. At least not unless someone picks them up and drops them somewhere."

"I don't know how amenable to recreational trips the Valar will be, but plausibly not very."

"Super reasonable. Honestly letting them think I've gone insane isn't much of a difference from where we are now, so... as long as Connor and Zana aren't stuck somewhere else, I guess."

"We'll get them."

Nod.

Their cart rolls up to Lórien. The trees grow up tall and lush and shady. Lórien didn't have a road earlier but it has one now. 

The Elves start singing.

Karen has no particular opinions on singing. She's just gonna kind of wait to see what everyone else does again.