Again Plinnlim was sent to Imladris - with an errand this time. Nogmeldir had given her a letter for someone waiting in the last homely house. He told her nothing of the contents but added that she could talk freely about everything that happened lately up here, especially about that pack of goblins that had passed through during the night from what they could read out of the snow.
Only when waving goodbye to Nogmeldir and her new dwarven family it was that she noticed how much at home she felt here. This time, she would not go home to Imladris, the valley of her early years, but she would just visit it, and then come back home to Vindurhal. A warm wave of happiness stirred up inside her, when she realized this, and then she stopped Rochlim, turned around and waved again, yelling: "I will be back home really soon!"
Rochlim did not completely seem to share these feelings and trotted faster and faster down from the snowy mountains. When the sound of the waterfalls was heard, there was no way of stopping this horse - before the stables of hîr Elrond were reached. While Rochlim was cared for, Plinnlim went to hiril Mallenhadh's house, who greeted her young student happily. Plinnlim took a warm bath, got into her red dress, pondering one moment about how her mother had sewed it for her for the first time she went to the Hall of Fire. They shared a quick snack before Plinnlim went to her favorite place in Imladris for meditation.
She wanted some quiet minutes to think of nana and ada. Closing her eyes, she folded her hands in her lap and recalled the most beautiful memories she had of them. It made her smile that they included some vain attempts to teach her the art of gardening. Thus strengthened, she set out on the path to the Last Homely House to hand over the letter from Nogmeldir. He had instructed her into which room to go, and there she found the wise old hîr Mithrandir who had been expecting her and read the letter at once and then listened attentively to her tales, only interrupting once for asking her a question. Then he sunk into deep thought and seemed to have forgotten that Plinnlim was there at all. She smiled, whispered a "Navaer" and slipped out to get to the Hall of Fire.
This time, there were quite some elves gathered, and with happiness she recognized hiril Mirineth, who had last time enchanted her with her lovely harp playing. This time, she did not play but observe the playing of hiril Taelle and hiril Earalenia, who were both playing wonderfully and later joined by hîr Anglador.
All three of them were new acquaintances for Plinnlim, and so were hîr Celephindir and hîr Verenthir, who also talked about grave tidings of a friend in danger, but later explained his confidence that his friend would be rescued soon and joined the dancing. The red wine hiril Tingruviel was giving around was very tasty, and sweet were the melodies.
It was a lovely and recreative evening, but this time Plinnlim did not bother to visit Mallenhadh for the night. She had said navaer to her earlier, and thus she went straight for the stables, saddled Rochlim and off they went, back into the Hithaeglir. They rode all night, without break and arrived at Vindurhal at the first rays of sunlight. "Home!" Plinnlim thought and started to prepare the breakfast with some of the food Mallenhadh had given her for the outpost.
