"We don't have magic songs."

"Oh. ...we have magic songs."

"...cool."

"I can sing you that one while we cross over."

"Do they work for everyone in such a way that they should be expected to work for me -"

"Humans can pick them up if they have an unusually good voice for humans."

"Cool," she repeats.

"Sorry, I should've thought of that when you said you didn't have magic like the Silmarils - your Valar are still magic, though, right, it's not as if you've none -"

"Valar and Maiar are, yes."

She sings them something for running effortlessly across branches, and they cross towards the border and the escort.

"Thank you very much."

"Of course. Be careful."

"I will."

And off they go, singing quietly. It's several weeks' travel.

Ambela sings with them and makes conversation with anybody who seems interested in conversing.

They are happy to converse! They are expecting the war to go poorly, and they are so so tired of wars with Sauron. Once they nearly won, but it didn't stick, he recoalesced after a few thousand years.

Sounds really terrible. Frickin' Sauron.

It's not that it wouldn't be horrible if the Valar came over because they'd probably crumble the continent and there are a lot of people living on it. But at least it'd be over.

Maybe if she teaches them enough physics or they get her Valar to come help they can be neater?

That'd be really useful.

Well, here's hoping.

They travel. They tell stories about Lothlórien (the city they left) and Imladris (the one they approach) and centuries of war. They teach Mirelóte magic and non-magic songs. They mention the Nazgul, the Men Sauron enslaved with his rings, truthfully promising the rings would make them immortal and neglecting the price.

He wouldn't be able to do that if the Men were just freakin' immortal in the first place.

Eru presumably has a plan.

Presumably.

Anyway how about those magic songs do they work for her.