A clear and warm day was dawning as the party of three from Eressëa drew near to Imladris Vale. The two Noldor and the Vanya all looked relieved to see that their journey was nearly over--Elemmírë especially thought that this world, Endorë or "Middle-earth" was strange and vast, having lived all her life in Valinor. She turned to her companions, smiling brightly. "Well, we're almost here! What say you we stop and have a light celebratory snack, now that we're within the valley?" At the sight of Salgant nodding enthusiastically, she laughed. "Very well, let us have a picnic!"
After a leisurely meal, the company resumed their walk, now a bit slower than they had been earlier. Elemmírë listened to the birdsong, occasionally answering their calls with a twittering melody of her own, or perhaps improvising a walking song based on the voices of the birds. At some point, she even got Duilin to sing on the chorus (though Salgant declined, saying that it was enough effort for him to just walk and occasionally munch on the lembas in his hand) as they continued to Rivendell.
