Pallando gripped the eagle tighter, straining to catch a glimpse of Rivendell. Although Elrond had departed, it was still a place of merrymaking and peace, if less so than it had been. 
"There!" he shouted above the wind. The bird dived towards the valley, folding his wings. Within seconds, they were circling the pinnacle of the main hall. The whole place gleamed in the sunlight, and rainbows danced unceasingly on the water below. There was a fresh, clean fragrance in the air.

Gesturing towards the gates (for it was the only place large enough for the eagle to land safely), he simultaneously raised his staff into the air. A flash of blue light burst from its tip, as a greeting to the group of people he could see on the ground. He could feel the aura of at least one of those in the group - Maiar. This must be the offspring of his fellow Istari, Gandalf. Although Pallando knew of him, they had never met in person.

The eagle landed, bowing low to allow the wizard to slip off. He did so, and the bird beat its wings once and soared into the air. Never had Manwe displayed such skill than in the creation of those noble beasts.

He turned to the group. "Greetings, friends. I am Romestamo, who one of you may know as Pallando. I bring tidings from the East."