Nan Celebrant, Morning

But then a call came from the Galadhrim for their wayward brother Lamaenon, and the one called Silarond would come with him. From the mountain they came, out of that deep darkness and into the golden light of the woods of Lorien, to see what for the tree-elves could possibly want with their spurned bretheren.

And again, the feasinger's spirit was moved with the magic of the place as are most that come to pass through Lothlorien, His heart was full of great regrets for his swift parting with the singing mallorn trees, and he begs his company to make amends in his name so he might not leave again.