<b>Pegawen gawked at the city upon the arrival. It was most unladylike, but she didn't care. Despite the fact that she'd seen many wondrous elven cities in her years, she was always excited to see something new. The waterfalls of Greendale reminded her of Imladris, the refuge Hir Elrond had created for the elves after Eregion was decimated by Sauron. She almost expected to see him coming up the walk to greet their group, despite the fact that he'd sailed west long ago to join his wife. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Now this is a proper city,” Allassiel commented, coming alongside Pegawen in the clearing. “Much better than the human cities.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>You said the same thing about Minas Tirith,” Pegawen responded with a shake of her head. “Not all humans are so bad, cousin.”</b><br/><br/><b>Allassiel muttered something that Pegawen couldn't make out and spurred her horse forward, leaving Pegawen to shake her head. Allassiel may have assisted the humans during the War of the Ring, but she held no particular fondness for them, despite Pegawen's arguments that most men were good and noble. <br/>
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Pegawen was still dwelling on this as they met with the council of Greendale and were invited to stay, once Lotharn had shown the Eldars the stone he'd found. One came forward, recognizing the bow he carried, and greeted him as cousin. It got Pegawen to wondering if they would, likewise, find other familial connections in the city. <br/>
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As Pegawen entered her room, she smiled at the sight. A large window at one end framed a bed made of a large tree that grew within the house itself, and shades of white encompassed the room, making it appear even larger than it was. Over the bed was an oval skylight, allowing the elf resting there to watch the stars overhead at night. She thanked the elf who brought her bags in, bowing to him, before resuming her examination. She'd not seen such a fine room since the time she'd visited Hiril Galadriel in her home, and she felt out of place in such splendor.</b><br/><br/><b>Once she'd satisfied her curiosity of the room, she changed into her robes and left the room to wander around the large home. As she went downstairs, she was greeted by a hiril with dark hair cut close to her head. “Mae l'ovannen, may I help you?” she asked.</b><br/><b>Pegawen bowed and replied in kind before saying, “I'm new here, I thought perhaps to take a walk around the gardens.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>The gardens here are quite lovely.” The maiden nodded her head and motioned for Pegawen to follow her. “We have cultivated it for hundreds of years now and a wide variety of plants grow here that no longer grow elsewhere in the lands. You are the one the wizard called Pegawen” she asked, a note of curiosity in her voice.</b><br/><br/>“<b>Yes, I am.” Pegawen glanced over, not recognizing her from the assembly. “May I have your name?”</b><br/><br/>“<b>It is Meliadriel,” came the response. “I am a scholar here. Many elves travel to Greendale to learn from the eldars – healing, weapons crafting, jewelry. There are many skilled craftsmen to learn from.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>Oh!” Pegawen's eyes lit up, as a thought occurred to her.</b><br/><br/>“<b>Oh?” Meliadriel parroted, lifting an eyebrow in amusement as she held open the outer door.</b><br/><br/><b>Pegawen nodded and quickly explained to Meliadriel what she sought, pulling her old rune-stone from within her robes to show the other maiden. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Hmm ...” Meliadriel took the stone and examined it, then nodded and returned it to Pegawen. “I believe I may know of such a craftsman here. His name is Turmiel, and he is most often found at the forges near the falls. Come I shall take you there.”</b>