"Did you two go alone?"

"Yeah."

"That's fun. Nicer than travelling supervised."

"Most things are nicer unsupervised, in my opinion."

"Depends how incompetent you are, but yeah -"

"Okay, that's fair."

"Dunno the point of living here and not learning how to move around, but lots of people'd say what's the point of living here and not being stellar at metalworking."

"Yeah."

"Which I tried."

"I can imagine."

They reach the city. It's vertical, built into cliffs that stretch so tall even Elven eyes strain to see the bottom from the top. At the top the air is terribly thin and at the bottom it is usually foggy.

It's beautiful. In a very different way from Tirion, but no less for that. Ahya had--not forgotten, exactly, but...

Remembering pretty things just isn't the same. He crows delightedly. Huan goes bounding off and comes back a while later with a spider the size of his head.

"That is so cool," she says, examining the spider.

"They're bigger here because of something about the air, forget what exactly."

"We could ask!"

"Ask who?"

"Where'd you find out the first time?"

"Oromë."

"Oh. Never mind, then."

"At least not immediately."

"Well, yes, presumably you're going to see him again at some point."

"He'll probably say 'oh, go ask Yavanna' and I won't bother."

"Oh well."

"You could ask her."