Northstar Vale the path to paradise begins in hell

In what way?
The musing is something a smidgen guarded and altogether unbidden  —  but Wintersbane is the teller of all that has culmulated up until present, now. Friend and foe and follower and flame; he is well-fed, however, and with what her other Valitúrë the Court has since acquired she sees him too as a wise addition, especially now when the times are so harrowing and harsh and apparently unending.

And yet, she was not altogether sure how prolonged his stay would this time be.

But Undómiel rounds him with a pensive step; sidles at his shoulder and tucks herself along the blue ribs. She is lonely but does not long as oft she once did. He looks to perchance be a spinner of fine stories, and she would like to listen, and so, as she pressed the frostmade past her Court's premises:  "Tell me a tale."