Yes, it has very high ceilings even though Dwarves are pretty short. 

Well. If they really really high. But supposed flying outside.

Do you need to - fly for your health? Or something?

...nnno? Am safe. But flying is good.

I'll send someone with you to make sure you - communicate with the Dwarves okay - and I bet he'll be happy to take you out to fly. 

Dwarves not having this brainphoney thing?

They do not, and also they think a little differently than most Elves and maybe also angels. My brother likes them quite well and will help make sure you are getting everything you need. 

Okay.

What kind of things do you like to eat?

Um, lots of things. Had cake in bar. Pasta! Pasta is good. And, and strawberries.

Lovely. We're going to stay out here until my brother arrives, but he's on his way. Would you like me to sing you a song?

Ooh yes what kinda songs having here?

All kinds. It might take me a minute to think of one appropriate for children. It has been a very long time since I have interacted with any children. 

He thinks a minute then starts singing. 

Pen listens very politely, nodding along.

This probably won't entertain a small child for the hours it's going to take Caranthir to get here. He tries to think what else small children like. Drawing? Want to draw pictures?

Drawing's okay. You wanting hear angel songs?

I would love to. 

So Pen starts singing. She is quite good for her apparent age.

He compliments her enthusiastically. He had a musical prodigy for a little brother and is quite good at encouraging small children at singing, if those memories are trustworthy. 

Pen appreciates this! Her wings fluff out proudly.

Great. He can continue dispensing enthusiastic compliments. They're sincere; she's quite good. 

Good! Then he will get to hear more of her repertoire, which is in several languages none of which are local.

And at last Caranthir arrives, on a tired horse but that he can trade out for a fresh one. This is my brother, Maedhros says. Caranthir, this is Pen, and she is an angel, and she is lost but her very powerful mother will find her. She's going to stay in Tumunzahar in the meantime. 

Half-Maia?

I actually don't think so? But something in the range. When the mother arrives Pen had promised me that her mother would 'fix' me. Can you request that she do attempt that?

Yeah, sure, I didn't realize that you wanted people meddling with -

I want to meet the very powerful mother.

Oh, right. He smiles at Pen. Hi, kid. You'll like the Dwarves. 

Hi! Am Pen.

You are Pen. I am Caranthir. This is Maedhros. This is a war zone. You are, what, twenty?