<b>Allassiel gathered the two hobbits near her, before following being Thorgan. She'd seen the confusion in the human's eyes. Last ting she wanted was for them to be mistaken for some new form of enemy. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Where are we going?” Pippen asked.</b><br/><br/>“<b>Dunno,” Merry replied, peering from behind Allassiel. “But it smells like there's food cooking.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>You two just ate not so long ago.” Allassiel shook her head as they approached where the rest of the group was standing, passing the hobbits off to Pegawen. “Keep an eye on them, while I see what conversation has already passed.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>Not much so far,” Pegawen responded before leaning down to listen to the hobbits.</b><br/><br/>“<b>It does seem as if their greetings take near as much time as our own formal introductions,” Allasea added, watching the men go through the formalities of introductions in front of a large canvas tent. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>I see. In that case, you all should find some place to sit and relax. The last time I had to go through one of those, it took most of the day.” <br/>
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Pegawen muttered under her breath, causing the other hiril to laugh.</b><br/><br/>“<b>What'd she say?” Merry asked, eyes wide.</b><br/><br/>“<b>Don't you worry about it little one,” Allasea responded, giving Pegawen a reproaching look before shooing the hobbits in front of her. “I see a place near the fire to sit down. There's no need to have all of us crowded around the men there. And I'm sure we'll hear more than enough once the return.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>But should we not at least go to be introduced?”</b><br/><br/>“<b>I'll take care of that. You take care of Merry and Pippen.” Allassiel headed towards the gathering of men, squeezing through to where Thorgan stood up front with Lotharn and Haldir and studied the man in front. <br/>
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Though she had plenty of experience with warriors, she still wasn't familiar with the ways of humans. From what she could tell, this one was some sort of leader – a thane perhaps, as they had called them in Rohan. This one was tall, near as tall as an elf, his leathers fitted snug over what she imagined was a very muscular frame. And his hair was shoulder length, tied back with a bit of cord, and dark as a crow's wing. <br/>
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But it was his eyes that kept her staring, a clear deep green that reminded her of trees in her homeland. <br/>
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When he noticed her staring, he paused and grinned at her, the expression making his stern face appear almost boyish. “And who is this?” he asked. “I thought all the introductions done.”</b>