"I don't work here - trade negotiations with other cities and with the aliens, probably?"

"Aliens?"

" - what, do you live on a hillside? Even then I think you'd have noticed the aliens. They're the ones who put out the sun. And then rained apology letters for it."

"Gosh, we really need to get out more. Thank you." I think Surface Affairs sounds promising!

Giggle. I agree. Put out the sun - I definitely saw a sun, did you see a sun -

I saw something definitely sunish!

Maybe there's a distinction I missed. Probably not though. 

Into Surface Affairs they go. 

There are some Elves there.

Gosh. What an uncreative planet.

Yeah. Where are all the really alien aliens!

"Hello," he says. "We're - sort of tourists. Do you have a brochure?"

      The guy nudges his colleague, who squints at them studiously for a minute. "Yes," he says, and hands Curufinwë a brochure he can't read. "Or do you want the Quenya one."

" - uh. I will take a Quenya one also."

Cor peers at the Quenya one; he doesn't know much Quenya but it's not zero.

There shouldn't be a Quenya one what the fuck. My father invented these letters why would aliens have them.

...aliens have been very quietly spying on you for a long time? ...abducting some Elves so there are Elves here?

...the last time period from which aliens could have abducted us without us noticing would be before we had written Quenya.

This planet, says the pamphlet after some preliminaries about the name of the species and the city, joined the multiverse when their star got eaten in an accident and the Elves put them in orbit around a new one and taught them summoning.

Wow.

That sounds like a fairly useful power level.

The pamphlet explains summoning. Visitors are encouraged to summon only under supervision and reminded that the afterlife won't work for them.

Supervision from whom?

The local Safe Summoning Authority! Also complaints about daeva should be addressed to the Ganymede Circle Police, mailing address such-and-such.

If we don't have a better prospect I'd go talk to the SSA but I want some way to talk to the - organizing authority of whoever's handling things like 'put planets around new suns' -

Yes, rather. 

"Do you know who put the planet around a new sun?"

         "Oh, Loki."

"Loki."

        "Yeah." Helpless shrug. "I think she's princess of someplace?"

       "Asgard and Jotunheim," says his colleague, consulting the internet. 

        "There you go, then."

"Is there a way to get in touch with her?"

      "You can write the Elves and most Elf-affiliated people c/o Ambaróna open channel but I think there's hella spam filtering."

"Can you rephrase 'hella spam filtering'."

      "They get lots of mail."

"Thank you."

"What's the process for - new planets?"

"Uh, we got this demon named Cam who apparently rolls out summoning in new places as a bit of a specialty, he hung out for a couple months getting - local subtleties - and then worked with our governments to get it universal and get us to ratify relevant treaties and so on. But they completely ignored us until they accidentally ate our sun, I think there's a prioritization thing going on?"

"I suppose that makes sense..."

"How many worlds are there?"

     "Oh, it's probably infinite. There are seven hundred something dimensions registered but some of them have thousands of inhabited planets."

"If Cor's dimension has thousands of inhabited planets they're probably all in a bit of a tight spot. Unfriendly magic system."

    "Demon could check that. World about to end is the sort of thing that gets people like Cam and Loki involved."

"How do we let them know?"

"You write something c/o Ambaróna open channel, and you say concisely what the problem is and how to contact you. You could also get a ride to Ambaróna and try to make your case directly, we've got daily teleporters from Eramel - other side of the planet but we've got fairy service there hourly."