"Are you inclined to go attend, or fight fate and see what it does about it?"

"I am making the inference that I am more likely to be here to do something useful than to suffer pointlessly - partly because I am not confident my original Eru would have been inclined to loan me out elsewise and imagine collaboration more likely than theft - and will at least for the moment obey the obvious signage."

"Makes sense. I can arrange an escort."

"I appreciate that."

"I assume 'whether you make it to Imladris or not is determined by narrative forces, not practical ones, so no point in risking anyone else' is the wrong kind of fatalistic to be."

"I'm not that confident in my guesses. ...and even if I were, I would guess that I am not supposed to be the plucky action heroine of an adventure story, I'm not cut out for it at all."

"They should leave pretty much immediately, to get there on time."

"I apologize for the rush, then, I didn't know my schedule when I headed here."

"I don't blame you in the slightest."

"Is Imladris the other '??Elves??' location on the map I saw -" Bounce. "I almost went there first but this looked closer."

"Probably? There's also the Greenwood east of here - Imladris would be the one on the other side of the mountains -"

"Yes, I was warned that I looked like the quarrelsome sort of Elf and should avoid the easterly ones."

"Survived the second sack of Menegroth and fled east. They don't like the Noldor much. They wouldn't be hostile, but probably a bit unhelpful. There'll be some at the meeting but those will be ones selected for willingness to get along with Noldor as far as needed -"

She nods. "I have a place in Tirion, go there for festivals and to visit friends and my parents, but I live in Valimar most of the time."

"And I don't even look it, by blood am only a quarter, and disliked my uncle long before having cause. They still expressed that they wished I hadn't crossed the mountains and were tempted when I did to go yet farther east."

Sigh.

"We bring plot, see. If that's a clearer way to put it."

"- yes."

Someone brings them food. She sings, quietly, and presumably arranges the escort over osanwë while she does.

Ambela eats, sings along once she has the tune and is no longer eating.

"All right. You have an escort. - good skill -"

"Thank you. Where are they -?"

"Next tree over - do you know the song to walk the branches more confidently -"

"- sorry, the - song?"

" - yes?"