<b>Pegawen argued back and forth with Turmiel at length, for it was not her way to use staves, nor did she care overmuch for rings. They finally compromised – he would make for her a rune, the symbol of fire emblazoned on the surface; however, it would be small enough to wear as a large pendant around her neck. <br/>
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She thanked him and went to join Meliadriel, who had wandered off to sit on a bench near the falls. Upon Pegawen's approach, she glanced up with a grin. “He was able to help you,” she stated rather than asked, moving her legs off the bench so Pegawen could join her.</b><br/><br/>“<b>Yes, he was. Hannon le,” she responded, settling onto the bench much as the dark haired maiden had done. “These waters are very lovely. It is easy to imagine being able to sit and meditate in such a spot.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>It's one of my favorite spots to come and think,” Meliadriel agreed readily, her gaze darted towards the forges.</b><br/><br/><b>Pegawen followed her gaze back then nodded in understanding. “I imagine it is.” She smiled and turned back to the falls, watching the water froth on the surface of the pool beneath. “Tell me a bit about Greendale, I'd like to know more about it.”</b><br/><br/><b>Meliadriel, always happy to talk, began to tell Pegawen what she knew of the city as the two leaned back to enjoy the cool breeze coming off the waters. </b><br/><br/><br/><b>Lotharn's voice broke Allassiel from her thoughts and she pushed off of the railing she'd been leaning against, nodding to him. “I was just thinking how Hadron would have enjoyed to visit this place,” she replied, motioning around them. “He often went to Imladris to train with wardens there, and would bring back such tales ...” her voice trailed off as the memory softened her expression. “What more have you learned of this Greendale? It must be surprise to find kin here.”</b>