Arkala, too, watched as the guests entered, curious, as Arthalion was about the sudden influx of visitors from various places, various races, various walks of life. A man who didn't seem rather very fond of her salad, a woman who now joined a Half-elven woman for breakfast, and even a Hobbit! A rather enchanted Hobbit, at that, it seemed. It was curious indeed, although Arkala thought it not coincidence. If their purpose would be to serve this cause that Arthalion spoke of, she could not say, but a purpose there was indeed. Of that, she was certain.<br/><br/>It was almost as interesting to watch Arthalion as he watched the guests curiously, obviously having a great deal on his mind, wondering if they had been sent here now for a purpose, for the purpose he held in his heart. Soon his attention returned to her, telling her that he thought she had a role to play, maybe more than one, in whatever was to come. He welcomed he help in this struggle against the Shadow. "I am grateful for your words, Arthalion. I will await your words, after you have spoken with Lord Elrond," she replied with a soft smile. "I believe you may be correct. It would seem as though each of those had come here with a purpose. While their purposes may have been their own, perhaps it was an unknown purpose, not of their own making, that truly guided them here, to this place at this hour," she spoke gently, and thoughtfully.<br/><br/>"Indeed, if this is true, it would seem wise to invite them over and to speak with them," she gave a small nod, although she knew that he certainly did not need her opinion nor her permission to do so. Nevertheless, her opinion was given, and Celewen was summoned. The Elven woman knew what it was that Arthalion had called her over for and after confirming that he wished to invite the other guests to join him, and asking her to give meat to those with no love of vegetables alone, the woman left to do as he asked.<br/><br/>The first to join them was the man, Aerior. He sat down without a word, either of greeting or of introduction, enjoying the meats presented. When at last he spoke, his mouth was full of meat. Nevertheless, Arkala greeted him graciously, although she had not an answer to his question, as she was unsure to whom he was referring. "I am Arkala, daughter of Arasil of Lothlorien," she introduced herself with a slight bow of her head, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."<br/><br/>Next came the Hobbit from the Shire, who seemed to have a great deal more manners, to be certain. He nervously addressed Arthalion before he took his seat, and she couldn't help but smile at the display. "Greetings, my dear Hobbit," she greeted him with a gentle, friendly smile as she gestured for him to sit. "You've no reason to fear, nor to be nervous. Come, sit, enjoy good food and good company, and rest your tired feet," she spoke with a soft, almost melodic voice. She hoped that her words would ease his heart and mind, and that he would be comfortable to dine with them. For she knew that it was not Arthalion's purpose to make the guests nervous with his invitation, but to know them and their purpose. She hoped that it was not presumptuous of her to speak in such a manner when it was neither her table nor her invitation, for such was not her purpose. Rather, she wished to make the Hobbit feel at home in their company.<br/><br/>There remained more invitations to be either accepted or rejected, although she hoped that it was not the latter. While it was not her table, she would still greet each of them as they came, believing that it would be important to make their acquaintance.