It was another ordinary afternoon in Imladris. The sun hung pale over the western mountain edge and every branch in the valley had finally become bare after a long fight with winter; old leaves now mingled with the soil. The garden of Elrond seemed lifeless.
But if you took a closer look, new life was wakening! Those buds that had slept in winter were now on the verge of opening. It would not be very long before flowers of every bright colour smiled in every corner of the valley (for spring always comes earlier in Imladris.) Most lovely was the garden already for those who took time to look.
Lisseren was harping there, after having her lunch. She wove her tunes while her thoughts was flying over the Misty Mountains to land on the fair grass of Lothlórien.'Clear is the water of Nimrodel and golden are the leaves floating gently over the surface and the silver laughter of the maiden Nimrodel,' was heard.
Lisseren loved the tale of Nimrodel. That story was now well-known to Elves both of Rivdendell and Lórien, and far to the Havens. It was a story told by many Elven storytellers and minstrels. But the version Lisseren loved best was from a Galadhrim friend, whom she met a short time ago. Only fourty years ago, it had been, nearly half of the life span of a mortal man. But she has lived so many years in this Mortal Land and even twenty times longer was just like a blink of eye to her. There were now two thoughts weaving in her mind. One was the image of a slender Elf with shining hair, and his hood thrown back. His bow was in his hand and he was singing softly, as if to himself at first, but he turned his smiling face to her at intervals before the song grew sad and ceased, and then he turned his face no more. Quietly the vision changed to a picture of four Hobbits, two mortal men and one dwarf sitting close to another Elf with golden hair, and he was singing too. Alas the nine companions were only eight now! Lisseren's harping ceased at that point.
"Good afternoon, lady Lisseren, Lord Anglachelm wants to see you now and he has sent me to look for you."A familiar face from Bar-en-Vanimar grinned and winked at her,"He's waiting for you in the kin hall"
Lisseren thanked the Elf, bowing deeply, then she put down her harp on the garden bench, dusted off her silken white dress and strode to the direction of the kin hall, She couldn't help wondering why Lord Anglachelm wanted to see her at this hour. Had scouts of Eregion returned with new tidings? Also, she couldn't help getting nervous, as she felt she must tell her foreboding of the Fellowship to her lord. What would he think?
Ai...of a sudden an enchantment fell on Lisseren. Just by the door of the Bar-en-Vanimar a young Elf was standing. She was immediately certain he was not one of Bar-en-Vanimar but a visitor, according to the fashion of his garment. He was clad in misty-gray, with and with his hood thrown back, His hair shone brightly under the pale sun. Another majestic-looking Elf with golden hair was standing beside the young Elf. It was Lord Anglachelm himself.
Lisseren halted several yards from them and was rooted to the spot. She immediately realised what the summons was about but she fell speechless and motionless with the sudden joy. Anglachelm waved to her reassuringly and smiled, waiting for her to walk closer....
