Beside the edge of a white marble fountain sits Idril deep in thought, absentmindedly watching the crystalline droplets fall in an arc of singing rain. Her hair drapes over her shoulders in a cascade of gold.

She turns her head as she hears you approaching and smiles faintly. "I worry for the fate of Gondolin. Peace will not last forever and it is impossible to stay hidden forever from the Enemy."

Idril lets slender fingers idly trail in the cool water of the pool, drawing circles on the surface. "But thou hast not come for words of doom. What brings thee here?"