<b>Listening to Merry and Pippen reminded her so much of their grandfathers that Pegawen smiled wistfully. Not just for the small hobbits that she'd felt honored to have met and known, but for her homeland and the way things had once been. The thought made her homesick. Still, Lorien had not been the same since the departure of Lady Galadriel, though Celeborn did his best to help put to rights the evils that Sauron had done to the lands. One day, even her home would belong to men, as the ring's magic faded from the forest leaving it to become just like any other. <br/>
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She listened to the two ask what mission they were on, and turned to Lotharn. Did they tell the hobbits what was going on? She worried her lip as she pondered this. On one hand, she wanted to send them back to Greendale where they'd be safe. It was clear that whatever minor 'adventures' they'd had in the past were nothing that could prepare them for what was to come. But then, had the hobbits of the fellowship had any more warning what they were getting themselves into? <br/>
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Finally shes spoke up, choosing her words carefully. “The mission we're on is something similar, yes. There are great evils at work here, and we've set out to help stop them.” She paused, giving each hobbit a stern look, before continuing. “It would be thought no less of you, should you choose to stay in the elven city nearby. However, if it be your wish to remain with us, it won't be easy. I'm sure that your grandfathers told you about their own adventures, but did you pay heed to the hardships? The suffering … the death?” <br/>
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She let the words sink in, then continued. “I would be most glad to have you along, but if you come you must listen to Lotharn and the others. It's a matter of life or death. Do you understand?”</b><br/><br/><br/><b>As Allassiel braided her hair back, she listened to Thorgan speak of his mother. The words he spoke were nice, but it was the tone of his voice that caught her attention. She could tell he was especially fond of his mother, something that pleased her greatly. “Your mother must be … pleased to have you for son. For my people, children come rare. Family is most important to us.” <br/>
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She tied off the end of her hair, the braid falling like rope down her back to rest against the curve of her backside. “We should get back to the others,” she suggested, offering him her hand. “I feel it is a long day ahead.”</b>