<b>Pegawen peered between the two, silently listening to the conversation as she studied both the wizard and the hir. Her mind reeled with questions, the first of which was soon answered as the wizard asked for the hir's name. <i>Lotharn, </i>she thought, tapping her fingers on the table as she considered this new information. <i>It sounds vaguely familiar, but yet I do not place him. </i>Then, she had met many over her life, and it was hardly surprising that she'd not recall them all. <i>Even one such as him.</i></b><br/><br/><b>Distracted as she was by trying to figure out this small mystery, that she didn't notice the wizard had addressed her until he firmly rapped his hand on the scarred table. She jumped, realizing that both were staring at her. “My apologizes, it's been a long journey,” she murmured politely.</b><br/><br/>“<b>I was inquiring as to your name,” Timberlane repeated, “And if you came from the west as the other did.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>My name? Oh. I am known as Pegawen Meluiwen of Lothlorien.” She paused, noting the baffled expression on Timberlane's face. “It is a kingdom west of here, ruled by the Hir Celeborn and the Hiril Galadhriel – or was, until recent times,” she corrected, before turning to Lotharn. Switching to Sindarin – the common tongue of the elves – she addressed him. “Suilad, hir vuin. Amin sinta lle? (Greetings, my lord. Do I know you?)”</b><br/><br/><b>As she awaited his response, a hand fell upon her shoulder, startling her. She turned to look up, finding herself being studied by a pair of forest green eyes half hidden behind a set of shaggy bangs of pale gold. “Allassiel. Mani naa lle umien? ” She relaxed again, eyeing her cousin before turning back to Lotharn.</b><br/><br/><b>Allassiel's attentions also turned towards the men, her eyebrows arching at the sight of the hir sitting at the table. “Seems as though I missed something. And you,” she chided Pegawen, grabbing a chair to sit down, “were supposed to wait for me upstairs.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>I'm hardly a child, cousin,” Pegawen replied with a shake of her head.</b><br/><br/>“<b>Younger than myself,” came the reply, in a tone that brooked no further argument. “Now, what I'd like to know,” she continued as she sat, a dull clunking announcing her arrival in the wooden seat, “is how you managed to find another elf here.” Despite the smile on her face, Allassiel's eyes were cool and shrewd.</b>