"It's been so long - my guess is that he'll ask for what he needs to know."

"Okay."

Hug.

Hug.

"They said I wouldn't be allowed to leave Valinor."

"Not surprised."

"If nothing else I might be able to make the Ice between the healing and the weird sense and the being too warm."

"Valinor's not actually terrible. We only left because we thought we could make a difference out here."

"I know. But - if they brought her back but wouldn't have her there - and there was immortality all ready to go -"

"Yeah, definitely. We'll figure out how to make sure you two are in the same place."

Nod.

"Thank you for everything."

"Thank you for loving my sister."

Sigh. "You're welcome."

And they have a ship and they have a Maia who can knock Annie unconscious.

Then Annie will not experience much of the ship; she will just curl up next to her box of notebooks and sleep.

She wakes up in the most beautiful place in the world, most of the beauty of which she cannot appreciate as it is well outside her range. It's a dock. She has been carried out of the boat and set on a bundle of fabric to sleep.

Cozy.

Is there anybody she recognizes around?

No; all strangers. 

"Excuse me," she murmurs, "does anyone know where I'm supposed to go?"

Who is she looking for?

Well, if she was supposed to be somewhere in particular to talk to Mandos about orcs that's where she's going. Failing that, could anyone direct her to Istarno?

Oh, she wants Tirion. (They are not exactly friendly about this.) Tirion is due west.

Which way is west?

Away from the ocean.

...about how far?

Five hundred miles?