Vanyel, however, gets a solid "night's" sleep - it seems like it never gets DARK here, it's terrible, but he can manage by burrowing under the covers of the bed they've offered him - and then he feels mostly fine.

He gets up, still squinting at the sheer amount of light, and starts wandering around looking for something to eat, somewhere to take a bath, and someone to talk to about the next steps of their mission, ideally in that order. 

This is (a) Fëanor's house, in (b) a time without a clear day/night cycle, so regular mealtimes aren't really a thing. But he runs into Nerdanel, who can show him where the kitchen is and help him make some breakfast, and also osanwë-yell at her husband to start heating some water because Vanyel wants to take a bath. In Tirion there's a central boiler system for the whole city, but this house only has cold-water plumbing—it would be wasteful to heat water continuously in this warm climate.

When he's done with his bath, he can find Tony to explain the next steps.

"We've mostly figured out where we want to make a second pass at the time stone. There are going to be more wizards involved, and probably a language barrier that requires telepathy, so you'd be really helpful, if you're up to it."

:- Oh, right. Of course I'm up for helping. If we don't expect a huge fight, I'm all right now - I guess I might not be at my best yet, if we do expect a huge fight: 

"Not expecting a fight, barring Thanos somehow managing to find us, which I think is much less likely this time. You able to do portals, though? Those seem to be much more tiring for your people than they are for Strange, for some reason."

:I think it's because he gets all his power through that magic artifact, the ring he has. For us, it either comes from our own bodies, or from nodes, if those are around - and even then we still have to channel it through ourselves, so even then it's some amount tiring. - Um, and I'm - not very good at Gates right now. I was...badly injured, in a magical accident, almost a year ago - I think being dead and coming back fixed all the physical damage but I'm a bit...off-balance. If I could have a day - and an energy source - to just practice a lot, I'd be more confident about it: 

He frowns for a moment. :...I think the Silmaril might work. As an energy source, I mean: 

"Mostly the problem is that Thor and I can both fly and you'll need to move equally quickly. I can let you borrow a spare one of my suits, though, or you can practice for a while with the Silmaril. Or both. We have as long as we need."

:Gating is a kind of awkward way to keep up with people flying! I can only do it to places I've been before - Nayoki seems to be able to do it from someone else's Farsight, and even if there's not a door to use, but I'd need to practice a LOT to get that down. Which I guess means she might be a better bet for this mission, even though she's not as powerful and doesn't have all the Gifts I do?: 

He turns, smiling a little. :Though if you have a spare suit, I can't say I'd mind learning to fly. Sounds a lot more fun than Gates: 

"On second thought, you're right about Gates being awkward. I have plenty of spare suits—we'll have to stop by the Avengers Facility to get one, but we're going to Earth anyway. Get your time-travel suit on and we'll go."

:I'll be right there!: 

Vanyel is suited up and ready within five minutes, looking actually pretty cheerful about the new plan. He gets to learn to FLY. 

They pop back to 2018 Valinor, then Thor Bifrösts them back to the Avengers Facility. It's now deserted; everyone has Gated out to various secret locations. Tony gives Vanyel a spare suit—the one that Calanáro modified, actually; possibly whatever he did will provide some protection against magical attacks as well as mundane ones—and shows him how to use the controls. They're incredibly intuitive—there's a powerful AI animating the suit, so it can almost anticipate Vanyel's movements.

That is incredibly cool! 

Vanyel is actually smiling as he familiarizes himself with moving in the suit. It's nearly the first time since he died that he's smiled. 

Once Vanyel gets the hang of it, they fly halfway around the world to Kamar-Taj, original Sanctum of the Masters of the Mystic Arts. They land in a discreet spot nearby and travel back to the year 3000 of the Third Age. This is kind of a guess on Tony's part—hopefully they won't land in the middle of anything too unpleasant.

The Sanctum was there even then, albeit smaller, and plainly more primitive in its construction. They walk toward the main building.

They're greeted by an old man in blue robes with the familiar Eye of Agamotto around his neck.

"Who goes there?" he asks. Everyone hears their own language. "Are you friend or foe?"

"We are friends. Do you have translation magic? It seems to be interacting strangely with my own."

"I speak all tongues. The Valar gave me that power, perhaps my one useful blessing on this thankless quest."

"Are you Agamotto?"

"Some call me that. But Pallando I was, in my youth in the West, which I have forgotten. The Valar sent us here to fight Sauron—after taking away all our powers! I didn't even want to come, Alatar dragged me with him, Mandos alone knows why. I did the sensible thing and got as far away from the whole mess as I could. I'm teaching what magic I can to those in need."

He turns to Vanyel. "You have great potential, I can see it in you. I would be honored to accept you at my school for the Mystic Arts."

Vanyel has no idea how to respond to that. 

"I, er, thank you? That's very kind of you to offer. I've had a lot of years of training already, though, um, and we're on a mission here, I can't stay."

He glances hopefully at Thor and Tony; he really, really doesn't feel like recounting what Thanos did, right now. 

"Uh, yeah, that's not why we're here. We're from the future. Someone—not Sauron, though Sauron's working with him—killed half of everyone in the universe with that and its five counterparts." He points to the Time Stone. "We need to borrow it to fix the problem."

Pallando laughs. "Or perhaps you are imposters of the Enemy sent to take it from me! Though at least I would expect him to come up with a cleverer story. Perhaps that's why he came up with such a ridiculous one."

"We're not making it up. We need the Stone. We'll bring it back in what you'll experience as no time at all."

"Look, we can demonstrate the time travel if you want." He travels forward five seconds.

Pallando only laughs again. "Do you know what this is?" he asks. "I excavated the ruins of Almaren itself to find it, the dwelling of the Valar on Earth destroyed two hundred million years ere the first flowering of the Trees. It is a weapon of the First War, the war that built the Earth, and it can destroy it as well. I want no part in this war, but I am no traitor. I will not give it to you."

"Look. We're not working for Sauron. I don't know how to prove it, but if you can think of something that would convince you, I'd be happy to do it."