Finally she knew how she came to end up here! She saw right through her parents. After one day walking through Celondim, she surely admired the beauty of the place - although for her personal taste there was a certain lack of waterfalls - but she had seen it all. Her parents seemed to have foreseen that, because hiril Erydhriel, whose care she was put under and who had a letter with detailed instructions, sent her on to Duillond and Gondamon to visit these places, too. And there it was: Ethuilwereth - a festival that was all about flowers and gardening. And obviously her parents had thought it would give her some satisfaction to hunt shrews while she would be guided to what they thought to be the only right way for an elf to live: gardening. Plinnlim could but yawn about that. She helped a little to collect flax and then rode on to Gondamon.
Gonhirrim. The way her parents had used this word had always made her shudder. But although their architecture was somewhat rough, it was impressive nonetheless. And they seemed bold little fellows, dealing with goblins and other dark creatures almost every day. After hiril Dagfinn had tested her skills a little, she agreed to send her off into the woods for gathering herbs that were needed for medical purposes. But gathering herbs was nothing Plinnlim could not do totally casually when hunting. Because growing up in a house of gardeners you can't help but learn a lot about plants. Her true intention was something completely else.
While staying in Gondamon, she had talked a lot to Haflifh and some Gonhirrim hunters, who had in low voices told her about terrible creatures in the North East. And that is where her strolls for herbs led her in the end. In the woods near the haunted place, she met another elf who was, like herself, determined to do his part in wiping out the evil forces from Middle-earth, and together they faced creatures she had not even imagined before, securing each other's back and benefitting from each other’s abilities and knowledge.
Quite content to finally having accomplished something again, she returned to Gondamon, handed a basket full of fragrant herbs over to hiril Dagfinn, told Haflifh and his Gonhirrim secretly about her deeds and with a feeling of deep satisfaction she went back to Duillond to take part a little in the Ethuilwereth. She would tell her parents about the festivities, about flowers, about seeing a cute little bunny rabbit when gathering herbs and they would be happy. But once more she knew that her true destination was not flowers and herbs and bunny rabbits.
