<span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Cailiawen lost herself in the wonders that was the last homely house of Rivendell. She had heard much of it in tales told, but the beauty of this place surpassed any imagination of it. <br/><br/>Cailiawen smiled and greeted people who entered the Hall of Fire, feeling strange but embracing her incognito status in wearing the elven gown. The halfling that came in seemed to have a carefree aire to him, and Cailiawen smiled. She had dealings with halflings before in Bree, and without a doubt they always seemed so innocent in this evil world.<br/><br/>When a woman walked by, Cailiawen looked up to her and their eyes met for but a moment. Cailiawen was taken aback by her features. She looked elven, but not so much as those here in Rivendell. The cares of the road seemed to weigh heavy on her, and Cailiawen watched her as she walked to gain refreshment. Cailiawen took a breath and started to walk after her. Gaining refreshment was something she could use and finding water with lemon zest was a pleasant surprise. Sipping it, Cailiawen looked over at Arthalion, then turned and saw the woman sit at a small table. Cailiawen was never good at socialising, but she considered this woman for a moment, and walked gracefully over to where she had sat. She nodded her head as she said,<br/><br/>“Mae govannen mellon. I know naught of anyone here, and so thought I would share this table with you if you allow it. I am Cailiawen, Lady of Rhuadur.”<br/><br/>She again gave the woman a nod and a smile before nervously looking around the room.</span>