<b>Allassiel takes the note from her and reads, then shakes her head.”This is not Sindarin, but Quenyan, and your elven writing is not the same as ours. Tis not Galadhriel and Elrond that have come, they are both safely sailed west. But emissaries of them.” She reads it aloud, translating it for them. “Galadhriel would never return, especially now that her lord has joined her. And Elrond has only just been reunited with his own love, Celebrian, who sailed long ago.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>Does the note say who the emissaries are?” Pegawen asked, having returned from her tour with a handful of colorful flowers. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Hmm, not by name, but knowing our hiril, the most likely she would send would be hir Haldir. He was counted amongst her best marchwardens.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>Ahh,” Pegawen sighed, a smile on her face. “I recall Haldir, he took care of me as if I were a sister, when I visited the white city. Humans think he died at Helm's Deep you know.”</b><br/><br/><b>Allassiel nodded, then broke out laughing. “Yes, I'd heard the rumors too. He left it thus, knowing he'd return west as soon as the war was over. As for Hir Elrond's choice … it could be that he sends Hir Glorfindel. The rumors are that the hir remained behind, despite Elrond's offer of a seat on the high council in Valinor. Would be either him or …” She paused to reread the note. “Cousin, do you recall this writing?”</b><br/><br/><b>Pegawen reaches for the letter and studies it. “The strokes are familiar, but many elves still write in Quenyan. I don't see how … ooooh.” She brings it to her eyes, the flowers in her other hand forgotten. “It couldn't be, could it? I'd heard she had died ...”</b><br/><br/>“<b>And everyone also thought Haldir dead too, remember?” Allassiel's grin widened. “The hiril of beasts, caller of storms.” She turns back to Silindrial. “The Hiril Galadhriel would know where to send the emissaries, her mirror never lies to her. But I do hope there is a place in your refuge for them. Hir Haldir will take up no more space than Lotharn here,” she motioned to him. “But the Hiril Allasea never travels alone.”</b>