Yeah.

Her sketches start including scenes from Tirion - no people, but the occasional fountain or bit of inspiring stonework or place where the light hits some stained glass just so.

That's probably a good sign. When she is likely to be running low on the food in her basement they leave instructions about where she can find it.

It takes her several trips to haul it all back. When she's done she writes a note thanking them for it.

She continues exploring the city, little bits at a time. She's curious about the palace, but she's still avoiding crowds, so she never gets very close to it. Mapping the places she has explored gives her a pretty good idea of where it might be, though.

The city has a pretty clear center, the streets spiraling out from there.

Yup. Maybe someday she'll go see it, but for now she sticks to the quieter back streets. There's still plenty to see.

Like this one artist's paintings - big abstract things with swoops of color that she could - and occasionally does, from a bench across the street - stare at for hours.

Someone asked me if you'd like his paintings.

I like what he does with colors.

Yes. Please.

And paintings are delivered to her doorstep.

This is slightly overwhelming and she hides in the basement for a couple days after bringing them in.

They don't bother her.

And eventually she goes back up and figures out how to hang them.

There's plenty of space in her house.

There is! It's pretty amazing.

She hangs out at home a little more often, but continues exploring.

Eventually people smile at her instead of just quietly avoiding her.

It takes a while for her to notice; she only rarely actually looks at people. She's startled, the first time she does; she knows there's not someone behind her that the smile could really be directed at, but her first thought is still that there must be some mistake.

They continue smiling at her occasionally.

It takes a while - not as long as it could; after the third or fourth time she notices, she starts paying more attention - but she gets used to it. And eventually, she even starts smiling back sometimes.

Oh, good. The Valar continue to consider at Vala-pace the portal.

She asks Rúmil about it, occasionally, and slowly starts acclimating herself to more crowded places. There seems to be a threshold she can't cross without closing her eyes and relying entirely on her hearing, or she quickly gets too overloaded to function, but that's okay.

No one bothers her about it, in any event.

Which is good.

It starts to get obvious, after a while, that she's growing up faster than an Elf of her apparent age.

They don't actually notice until it's been a little more than a Year, and even then they can write it off for a while.

She eventually notices she's outgrowing her clothes, and tells Rúmil she's going to need more; she includes sketches of some things she's seen that she thinks would suit her. (But I don't know how easy those are to put on, she writes, and that's more important.)

They can probably be made easy to put on.

Thanks.