<b>Pegawen and Allassiel looked at each other, then back at the two hobbits. They certainly <i>looked </i>like their grandfathers. Sounded and acted like them as well. But it'd been a number of years since the war. Pegawen leaned in to whisper, “I forget that so much time has passed. Sometimes it feels like it all happened just yesterday.”</b><br/><br/><b>Allassiel nodded in agreement and listened to the youngsters' explanation of how they came by the wand. It seemed as though the hobbits would be stuck here, at least for now, if what Timberlane said was true. Which led her to wonder – what would they do with the pair? They certainly couldn't leave them to wander about freely. Who knew what trouble they would get into. <br/>
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Perhaps they could be sent to Greendale, to be watched over? Allassiel was considering suggesting that when Lotharn mentioned breakfast. The expressions of delight on Pippen and Merry's faces caused her to smile in return. At least they could do that much for them.</b><br/><br/><b>Pegawen went to check the pack horses and see what foods they had. Feeding a dwarf and a human was a task enough, but two hobbits? She recalled how fond the hobbits had been of eating, and what appetites they had. She opened up the first bag and shook her head, closing it again. <i>Nothing edible there</i>, she thought. The second bag she tried didn't seem to meet with much more success. The third had a variety of dried meats that would do well eaten on their own or made into campfire stews. She was going through the fourth bag when she felt someone come up behind her.</b><br/><br/><b>Allassiel, watched as everyone settled around the camp before going to her own horse and grabbing the simple brush she kept out of her bag. <i>I may as well get this done before we have to pack up and continue, </i>she thought, and headed towards a quiet clearing to unbraid her hair and brush it. As she unbraided the pale strands, she debated simply cutting it all off and being done with it. It was a thought that often occurred to her on long trips, but she'd yet to act on it. Few hiril chose to let their hair grow so long and, as far as she could remember, none had been swordmaidens as she was. Yet, despite the inconvenience, she loved the way it looked. Humming, she began brushing through it.</b>