"Would it need to be in Quenya?"

"No, they have translation magic. I think the mailing label needs to be in a language the demon knows to conjure for but that's it."

He writes My home planet is being devoured by out of control magical byproduct and our current means of evacuation to a friendly neighbor relies on that same magic. c/o Ambaróna.

"How long's the wait, do you know?"

        "I think they check it on the half-hour?" Consult with internet. "Yup. And then some time for filtering and escalating if appropriate."

"Seems reasonable."

The people can recommend them sights to see in the meantime. They sightsee.

Sights! Seeing!

And then an Elf appears with a pop not very far from them, holding a little plastic model of Cor. "Hi!" she says. Cor can understand her fine. "I'm Larya, I'm following up on the request for aid you filed with us -"

"Uh, hi, nice to meet you. What else do you need to know?"

"Have any reason to believe your species has immortal souls or are constituted of things other than your bodies?"

"...no."

She looks at Curufinwë. "Your grace. Melkor dead, Sauron dead."

        "- yes, both."

"Are people going to die if we don't fix the - magical byproduct problem today."

"There's evac in progress but it's bottlenecked - the planet is still habitable in many places and should remain that way for months, maybe a few years -"

"Okay. That's all just to make sure you're at the right level of escalation. People who are just made up of their bodies can be resurrected, so preventing anyone from dying is important but less critical. Melkor and Sauron are - bad news -"

       "We noticed -"

"And also can do bad things with interworld access if we don't immediately handle them."

      "This is a recurring problem?"

"Ohhhh yeah. Nine of them now. Ardas are a theme. There are variations on the theme. You're a low-tech one, I can tell by the outfit - you're not genderswapped, I can tell because it's you - uh, were your Valar super into mass mind-control."

      "Yes."

She kind of freezes.

"Is that not, uh, typical?"

" - no it's not it's a variant. Um. - you're from the world that's in a state of emergency, right?"

"Yes."

" - we will. Handle that first. What's the population, what's the nature of the magical byproduct -"

"The world population was about a billion before our recent horrifying war, there were millions of casualties in that and in the magical byproduct disasters. Doing my magic requires being attached to a disposal site where destruction is dumped, annihilating both matter and space; we thought it was proportional to spells done but it turns out they start growing - or shrinking, depending on how you look at it - on their own past a certain point. There are some holes in the planet and gravity has noticeably fallen."

"Annihilating space meaning that you can't just - fill the holes?"

"That might stop them from getting wider if you dumped enough stuff in. Constantly."

"Are you evacuating to the Arda or somewhere else -"

"To the south continent, yeah, but they're not very dug in if you have a way to do something else."

"We could just get you your own planet, yes, find or terraform a nice one and move you all there and set it up with infrastructure. Who should we talk to about that?"

"Uh, me or possibly the Setup Volunteers."