Elrond remembered this place. Vaguely, but it still held a semblance of fondness and memory. And he remembered a certain foster father of his who had a favored tree. That was where the lord of Imladris went, smiling and inclining his head to those he passed.

Until finally, heart hardly daring to hope Maglor was just as returned as he, he swept over the grass to stand under that special tree, heart lighting at the sight above. And the soft little tune.

"Ada, while I know you could remain aloft for days," and had, "I would hope you would give proper greeting where and when it is due." teaseteasetease