<b>Pegawen shrugged at the assessment. “It's often thus,” she stated as she reached for another piece of bread, “that stories are exaggerated, or even made up, when something can't be explained easily – or comfortably.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>You mean, such as the tale that Gandalf told to fool a group of trolls into staying up until the sun rose.” Allassiel chuckled, her eyes bright at the memory. Gandalf, himself, had told the elves the story, verified when they went to the glade to see for themselves. They'd left the stone trolls there, a warning to others who wandered the woods beneath Rivendell. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Well, not quite,” Pegawen shook her head. “But more like some of the tales that Hir Glorfindel used to tell, when he was not in such a reticent mood.”</b><br/><br/><b>Allassiel considered this a moment, then nodded. “Yes. That is more the way.” She sat back, eyeing the food, before turning her attentions back to studying the two that had agreed to join them. “So, of these four stones, we know that Morgran holds one, though he is trapped. Lotharn has one. And no one knows of where the last two went?” <br/>
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Pegawen nodded in agreement. “All is known for sure that of the remaining three, one went to each of the races.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>Then I would say, best place to start is at the beginning. Who made the stones?”</b><br/><br/>“<b>It would have been the wizards that battled Morgran,” Pegawen replied, tapping her fingers on the side of her chair. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>They would likely not still be then,” Allassiel frowned at this news. “One to the elves,” she glanced over at Lotharn, “One to the race of man. One to the dwarves.” As she thought, she leaned back, closing her eyes. “It makes sense, to hide them of others. But a record of who held them must have been kept. Stones do not simply vanish like the axe ...”Allassiel sat up, and turned to Flagdon. “Of the stories about the axe's disappearance, was ever mention made of it being … altered first?”</b>