Would you like a place to stay? We could arrange that here, or in Tirion, or anywhere else really...

:Hmm. We may end up wanting a place to stay in Tirion? I think we are not sure yet what our plans will be, here - is there someone we ought talk to once we know more...?:

The person fields a sudden flood of "ME ME ME ME ME ME". 

The King I guess? he says apologetically, that's what Kings are for, to handle everyone else who thinks it should be them.

...Well, that's weird and disconcerting and not how anything normally works at all. 

:Thank you: Leareth says. :- Is the King also the person most likely to know of any recently-arrived strangers here, or other strange occurrences?:

I urgently surveyed everyone about the strange occurrences and strangers question, and the only things are the ones I mentioned.

Being able to urgently survey 'everyone' on a couple of minutes' notice is...not normal...but Leareth leaves that alone. 

:Well, we are very grateful for your help. Which way to Tirion?:

He points in the direction of the city on the sea. It's not far. We could walk with you?

Leareth glances over at Urtho and Ma'ar. :Certainly. That would be very kind of you: 

The three of them fan out, according to their conscious thoughts because they want to give all of the other elves a better view of the newcomers, and start walking towards Tirion.

They have at no point ceased singing.

Urtho, the main one out of the three of them who's been paying any attention to the singing, thinks that they're impressively good! He listens, trying to pick up the tune, and then starts humming along. 

The Elves privately think that Urtho isn't very good at singing but they don't say anything about it. 

Ma'ar considers saying something to Urtho, but it's unclear what the point would be, it would just hurt his feelings. He wonders if the Elves would consider Vanyel's level of musical talent to be adequate. 

Leareth is preoccupied as he walks. Half his attention is on their surroundings, vigilant for any threats, and the rest of his brain is busy chewing on the question of Melkor, and the other gods, and how, if at all, any of that relates to the mysterious quarry that Urtho chased here.

Once they're out of the orchard there's a cobblestone road, which proceeds past lots of cottages with stunning flower gardens out front. The people in the houses want to come gawk but have uniformly agreed that would be rude. Some of them are glancing out their windows, though. 

The city gets taller around them as they walk, from cottages to dense townhouses to eight-story buildings with tiered balconies where, again, people are not staring (though they're all watching through the eyes of the people accompanying them.) There are food carts in the street, offering fried delicacies of various kinds.

There's a bright spot of powerful magic, across the street, under the canopy of a jewelry shop.

Leareth pauses, gestures to it. :Is there something magical in that shop, do you know?: 

...our world does not have magic. 

:Oh, I see. I was clearly mistaken: 

That makes NO SENSE, but Leareth keeps walking, not glancing back at the shop with his ordinary eyes; he does, however, focus on it harder with mage-sight as they pass, trying to decipher what the magic source is. 

It looks like that whole section of the air and the shop behind it are VERY MAGIC, not the way a node is magic - it's much more structured - but not less magic than that. It does not move as they keep walking.

The palace of Tirion is at the center of the city, in what is clearly an older architectural style; stone and arches and stained glass; the architecture has been gradually shifting for a block so it's not out of place. There are no guards apparent; the random orchard workers who found them walk right in.

...This place makes Leareth uneasy. It's hard to pin down why, but he's on edge. 

He glances around at the architecture, and follows the Elves' lead. 

They take him to the throne room. Its ceiling is angled so it's brightly lit by both suns, somehow; there are gemstones in the floor they're walking on; the golden thrones are on marble pedestals. It feels like it really really ought to be tasteless but through tremendous artistic ability they're just barely pulling it off. There are dozens of people gathered on the sides of the room, watching quietly and gossiping in their thoughts, too fast for reading their minds to catch more than glances of it -

- they're sharing guesses about the aliens with each other, and excitement about transit to Endorë perhaps being possible, and speculation about magic - 

Someone, speaking the local language, announces the guests to the King and the Queen. 

Welcome to Tirion, says the King. He is - slightly tense. Probably aliens are good news but there's always the chance that they're not. He is the only person in the room who seems to have thought of that.

Leareth immediately likes him more. 

:Thank you: he says, smiling slightly. :It is a very beautiful city: Pause. :My name is Leareth; this is Ma'ar, and this is Urtho: 

We are very delighted to meet you. We did not know there were peoples other than those in Valinor and Endorë. We are - confused, about whether your creator is our own or someone different. But meeting new people is always an occasion of joy. We hope that you will teach us more of your world and its history and language and art and inventions.

There's something nebulously confusing in this greeting. Leareth sets that confusion aside to poke at later. 

:We are very glad to have discovered your world, and it would be our pleasure to explain our own world - worlds, actually, we know of several at this point:

The King is not very startled by that. Someone pointed it out to him when the aliens first arrived, that there wouldn't be one other world. That sounds fascinating. What can we offer to make you comfortable here while you tell us of that?

:I think we are not in urgent need of anything right now. ...We are still unclear on who or what we followed to this world. Urtho had to return to get me in order to follow, and could not mark the location exactly - we travel between worlds in another plane, where space behaves differently. On further thought it seems likely that the entity we followed went to Endorë instead: