Anyway they'll get here tomorrow.

Okay.

They get there tomorrow! With double the usual escort, just in case, and with Maitimo's consort riding alongside him, no sign that anything's unusual there except the hair. Lots of people keep the sight in their public thoughts. 

"I should arrange more mysterious Enemy conduct, I don't see you often enough."

"Ah hah, I figured it out, this is all a lie contrived to keep my mind off death and taxes."

Hug. "It might be, but not my lie. Death and taxes?"

"We're resettling the humans. Humans die so easily, of everything, it's terrible for morale - for our morale, not theirs, they're used to it."

"Can't help you there."

"You could write a song for it. Where is our mysterious agent of the Enemy?"

She is wherever she was left, being chained up.

He sits down. "Hello."

"Hi!"

"We have been trying to unravel the mystery of you. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing good."

"Have you thought of any explanations for your suddenly being here?"

"Nope!"

"Has the prince Canafinwë been sharing ours?"

"Yeah. Well I dunno if he's mentioned all of 'em."

"Do you have long-term plans if he doesn't give you any instructions?"

"...raise baby into a not-a-baby?"

"Teach her any oaths?"

"No."

"No other plans?"

"...is 'look at pretty things and sing songs and have a lot of sex' a plan?"

"I can definitely think of worse plans than that."