“<b>Yes,” Allassiel agreed, nodding at Lotharn's words, and then turned to Meliadriel. “You are welcome to join us as well,” she added. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Hannon le, but I have to be to my home soon. My mentor will expect me to be awake quite early.” She grinned up at the group, then turned to Pegawen. “Should you require anything else, just seek out the scholar's archive. I will most likely be there, inscribing tomes as part of my lessons.” <br/>
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Pegawen grimaced in sympathy, well remembering such mind-numbing lessons herself, and the finger cramps that came from them. “I shall try to come by and keep you company then.” With that promise, she closed the book she was reading and set it aside, before rising to her feet. “Meliadriel has already shown me the dining halls. They aren't far from here.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>Good.” Allassiel headed towards the door. “I could eat a bushel of berries.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>You and your berries.” Pegawen laughed, the sound light and cheerful. “I remember you came once to the vineyards and Arniell had to chase you off before you ate all the grapes that I had picked.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>I hadn't had <i>that </i>many,” Allassiel responded, opening the door to let the others through. “Arniell was always such a dour elf, for all that his wines were some of the best vintages in Lorien. Lotharn, do you recall the wines of Lorien?</b><br/><br/>“<b>I'm sure he must. Even the dwarves availed themselves of the wines from time to time.” Pegawen stepped through the door, then turned and waited for Lotharn to join them.</b>