Under a moonlit sky of Rivendell, a lone Elf, who calls herself Lurina... Treads along the path to a waterfall at the valleys of Imladris. She spots upon herself, you. A Man who is welcomed as a passing traveler and a friend of the elves. She strides alongside the flowing water and ebbing plants.

— By the light of Eärendil, a star shines upon us, mellon-nìn! Had I known you would grace us with your presence, I would have bid the nightingales prepare a sweeter song, for you are ever welcome here. Tell me, what tidings you bring from distant lands?