It is not that far north.

So then finally they make it through the pass in the mountains and can see the lake shining under the sun below, with the two camps of Elves on either side.

She doesn't have Elf-sensitive vision, she can't make out anyone in particular, but she can send her mental image and ask, where are you?

South side. Don't come closer, please. 

...We're approaching from the south, why should we not get closer, what's happening?

Just what I already told you: we have absolutely no way to tell if you're safe.

Oh. Right. Yeah okay.

Thanks. Where are you?

She gives him her perspective on everything.

And he and Huan talk for a while with Maglor and then head out in that direction.

The twins are both pretty much just sitting listlessly where they were when Idaia gave him the image.

They approach quietly.

Both girls are in human shape with human senses, and he studied under Orome. If he doesn't want them to know he's there they won't.

He asks Huan what he thinks.

Huan thinks that the Enemy's magic made them werewolves.

They already knew that. 

Ugh.

He steps out from the trees and walks over to Idaia for a hug.

She's exhausted. The adrenaline and triumph that had carried her the last of the way hadn't drained right out of her when she had been informed that they didn't have a good enough way to tell she wasn't a trap, so she couldn't actually come home yet. She's tired emotionally and physically and lifting so much as her arm feels like too much work.

And then he steps out and she's on her feet and her arms are around him as fast as her abused muscles can make it.

Oh, love, I missed you -

She clings to him and whimpers.

Hugs.

Love you. Missed you.

...Remember when I said that after the attack itself, having everyone tiptoe around me would be--unpleasant?

Yeah.

Getting told not to come the very last part of the way after coming all this distance feels--like that. Only possibly moreso.

Sorry, I thought I was clear about that.

I dunno. Maybe I was just so excited I forgot, or something. It's obviously the right decision either way.

Love you.

Hug.

Hug.

She starts crying. It's a mixture of relief that they're both alive and well and he's here and holding her and ongoing fucked-upness from all of the everything.

He squeezes her and holds her tightly.

(Huan solicits petting from Imliss.)