SNAP.
Apparently human magic-users from another planet. The—death-wave—was half of everyone, on all worlds. We're all working together to undo it. I haven't seen a sign of the Enemy, so I'm fairly sure it's not the Battle of Battles, even if Fëanor did manage to escape Mandos.
He tries not to mention Sauron—believe it or not that's not even the biggest problem at the moment—but he thinks of his escape anyway, and they don't maintain private thoughts from each other, so she knows about that too.
Sauron getting out sounds rather like it is the Battle of Battles! I am going to go back to just trusting you, though, at least until we've finished dealing with the—whatever they are.
She can get a little bit more context from reading his mind, but it's hard to put together, and most of it is things she wouldn't believe even if they were told to her in a straightforward way.
....Oh. Wow. What a question.
Vanyel glances over at Randi and Shavri. He can't help himself.
"It's, er, complicated. There were...gods involved. They wanted me to fight him. I had a prophetic dream. But - then it got weirder, and I - could talk to him..."
How is he even supposed to explain the last seventeen years?
"- I respect him. I - wasn't sure, right until when I died, whether I would - have to die fighting him. But I think - all of this - just gave me a lot more information."
That's a much more complicated answer than Calanáro was expecting. It sounds extremely dramatic, and he doesn't care at all.
"Okay, whatever. We need to get back to work, and it's going to take long enough to get there even if we don't stand around talking; we can do that on the way."
:- No. Wait. Sondra, where - where is she...?:
Randi is kind of kicking himself for not having thought of this five minutes ago. It's...not hurting, not exactly? He can feel her absence and the strain of distance but it doesn't feel like he expected a broken bond would, and he was VERY distracted by Shavri.
...He tries reaching for the god who spoke with them before, just in case that works, though he doesn't really expect it to because his Mindspeech range is terrible.
:My Companion. Sondra. Is she - where is she -?:
YES.
Sondra wakes up in a neighboring clearing in Lórien. In a human body, because giving Men the shapes of horses is a gods-of-Velgarth thing that is definitely not part of Eru's plan.
Randi has so many questions. And, also, none of them are at all relevant right now.
He pulls Sondra to her feet and hugs her. :You're back. That's all that matters. We - there's an emergency - we have to go:
Honestly this isn't even CLOSE to the weirdest thing that's happened lately.
"Doesn't matter. Come on, let's go." Vanyel beckons them back toward the waiting Elves.
Calanáro starts to lead them in the direction that he thinks is out of Lórien,
On second thought, actually—
Lord Irmo, he prays silently, can you please forget about the 'remote from civilization by nature' thing for a bit? We're kind of in a hurry.
"This might be a little disorienting," he warns the others.
Irmo sighs, if immaterial gods can sigh, and puts them all on the lawn outside Fëanor's house.
Meanwhile, now that they're all gone, Mandos reaches backwards, retreating into the roots of his being beyond space, time and existence itself, and looks his Maker and his Master, the sun from which he is only a ray of light emanating, in the face.
Lord.
Normally I would tell you that whatever is going on, it is obviously something in Eä, and you had best deal with it. But that is not, in fact true.
Velgarth is not my creation. It and its people are guests in my world, and they are not wholly within my power. Their ways are as strange to me as they are to you. However, I do not think that you should—or can—change them.