The healer had not agreed with Plinnlim returning to Vindurhal - not the next day, not the next week, and not even the next month. She had moved into a room in the last homely house and he had visited her every day, talked to her, encouraged her to go to the gatherings in the Hall of Fire - but she was not in the mood. Spending months in goblin prison had surely had an impact on her. An impact that did not show while she was returning through the snowy mountains, where danger was lurking behind every tree. But after her return into the the safe and beautiful vale, it did surface. Plinnlim hardly ate anything, she suddenly had lost all her spirit, and it was hard even for those who had known her since the day she was born, to get her into talking.
But then, finally, her eyes became more vivid again and she started showing an interest into what was happening around her - and when she asked about her family in Vindurhal, a large smile appeared on the healer's face. And only two weeks later, the icy wind of the Misty Mountains was playing with her braid again while she was riding back home to Vindurhal.
At the beginning, the presence of a new inhabitant of the outpost made her feel uneasy. Not only did she not have any experiences with his kind - the way he talked to Lini and Tweggi and the others, as if he had known them for ages, made her feel like an intruder into her own family. But one day, Grimbeorn confronted her directly with her worries - and she discovered that despite his rough appearance he had a heart of honey.
They talked a whole night long. When she woke up late the next day, Grimbeorn was gone. Tweggi just winked at her, when she asked him about his whereabouts, and two weeks later the beorn returned. Plinnlim nearly fainted when he arrived at the Vindurhal platform as a bear and then changed his shape right in front of her. With a broad grin, he told her that someone in Rivendell had asked for her to come and visit, and when she heard who it was, there was no way stopping her from calling and mounting her faithful Rochlim at the same instance. She almost flew all the way down to Imladris and then, finally she stood in front of him. Hîr Mirdoron was free! She could not hold back her tears of joy.
Beaming, he hugged her and told her about a small army of bears that had freed him from the dungeons - and of course they turned out to be Grimbeorn and his brothers. They had not only freed him, but also two other prisoners, one elf and one man, and then disappeared before any words of thanks could be spoken. Together with her flowing tears, all worries seemed to drop down from Plinnlim's heart and in the end she felt as if these dire months in the dungeons had never happened. All was good again.
