<b>Allassiel glanced behind her at Thorgan, before resuming her examination of the sword. “I'm trying to figure out how is forged,” she stated, lifting it up to the light. “It is lighter than it should be and ...” She stopped and turned to watch the two hobbits, ready to step in, but it didn't seem necessary. She gaped at their playfighting and, when Thorgan asked if she was sure they'd never been trained, she could only shake her head. <br/>
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She studied their movements, dumbfounded by the accuracy they displayed with the swords. She could still tell that they were not trained, but to someone who didn't fight at all the two appeared to be adept warriors. <i>Hobbit wardens, </i>she thought, then snorted.</b><br/><br/><b>Upon hearing Timberlane's explanation, she furrowed her brow and stared down at the sword in her lap. If their swords did this for them, how much more would it do for her – a trained swordmaiden? If indeed, hers did that? “Thorgan, you spar with me?” she asked.</b><br/><br/><b>Pegawen's attentions were torn between the cooking and the hobbits – and Lotharn, who was distracting her as much as he was helping. “Should you go keep an eye on them?” she asked him. However, just as she asked, the two of them flopped down on the ground, breathless. “Or perhaps not.” She shook her head and returned to the cooking. The meal was almost done, so she left it to Lotharn to watch while she gathered the bowls for them to eat. </b>