<b>Pegawen glanced up with a smile, briefly leaning into the hug before she continued gathering ingredients for the meal. “I imagine they must be curious, at the least, if they're exploring old elven ruins. We should keep an eye on them though, I'm sure they've not been this far from home before.” <br/>
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With Lotharn's help, Pegawen started the morning meal, listening as Lotharn and Timberlane spoke about the hobbits and their place in the war of the rings. When he suggested she should be the one to tell it, she bit her lip and thought. “Well, I know only what I have heard, for the most part,” she started, “and that was when they arrived in Lorien. At first, their purpose for being there was kept secret. It was only known that they'd met with Hir Elrond and had traveled the treacherous route through Moria to get to where they were.” <br/>
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As she spoke, she could tell that Timberlane and Flagdon were baffled. “Of course, you don't know these places. Rivendell was a great refuge of the elves, and Hir Elrond ruled there, having created it to shelter those fleeing from their homeland of Eregion. And Moria – or as the dwarves called it, Khazad Dum – was the great kingdom of the dwarves, before they grew greedy and released the balrog.”</b><br/><br/><b>She paused to stir the food then shook her head. “Now, where was I? Oh, yes, no one was supposed to know their true purpose for being in Lorien, save the Hiril Galadriel, her husband, hir Celeborn, and a select few. But it was hard not to know that something was different about these travelers. Even without the secrecy, there was – something that hung in the air. A sense of doom? No, that's not the right word.” She muttered to herself in Sindarin. “Despair? Perhaps that is the better word. However it is, we could feel it. The animals in the woods could feel it. Yet, in the middle of this turmoil and uncertainty, were these small folk.”</b><br/><br/><b>She turned to face Merry and Pippen at this. “Your grandfathers were both, indeed in Lorien. As was their friends, Frodo and Sam. They were quite brave, despite everything that they'd been through, and determined.” She turned from the pair to face Timberlane, who still looked like he was dubious about their part. “My hiril Galadriel once said </b><i><b>‘Even the smallest person can change the course of history.’ </b></i><b>Do not discount those that are small, sir wizard, for the carry the mightiest weapon of all – hope. It was that hope, the hope of all of us, that carried Frodo to his destiny and freed us from Sauron.”</b><br/><br/><b>Silence filled the air for a moment before the pair of hobbits began peppering Pegawen with questions. She threw back her head, laughing cheerfully. “One at a time my young hobbits, and I will tell you what I may.”</b><br/><br/><br/><b>Allassiel had expected everyone to remain back preparing to continue, so she jumped when she felt her brush taken from her. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Thorgan standing there. “I'm sure there are many things more to be done than tend me,” she pointed out, but it seemed that Thorgan was determined, as he began pulling the brush through the veil of hair flowing down her back. She turned watching the horizon, amazed at how gentle he was and soon relaxed by the attention. “I did not expect to see any hobbit here,” she mused, less two. They're rather feisty, for being such small folk, and sturdier than you'd imagine.”</b>