Cailiawen considered the kindness she had been given by Gallind and he really didn't deserve her hardattitude. She took a breath as Gallind turned to go,<br/><br/>"Wait..."<br/><br/>Cailiawen walked over to the door as he paused and turned back. She looked upon his fair face and gave a slight smile. SHe said,<br/><br/>"Kind sir... it is rude of me to hold a grudge for being taken in by your border guards. I am sorry. I owe you, and the people of Rivendell much. You cared for my wound, you have fed me and gave me a comfortable place to res."<br/><br/>She looked at the flowing gown she wore and as her fingers played with it, she said,<br/><br/>"This attire I would like to wear while here this day, and I trust that my belongings are well cared for and will be ready for my need. I am just not used to wearing fine silken gowns. May we go. I would like to meet this I would like to meet this Arthalion, Steward of Arnor, but I will wait until he is free."<br/><br/>She walked out and accompanied Gallind toward where everyone was gathering.  She asked him,<br/><br/>"This darkness that stretches its fingers over these lands... is it the Witch King of Old? Many stories have been told through the ages of the evil of Carn Dum."<br/><br/>She went quiet as she looked to the ground. She watched the hem of the gown sway with her movements, and she tried to remember the last time she was ever so formally dressed. Her initial embitterment  about it had softened into actually loving the lightness of its feel. She took a deep breath as she knew these days of rest and comfort here would be shortlived.<br/><br/>When they arrived, it appeared Arthalion had finished his breakfast and was talking to someone. Cailiawen looked around at those who were gathering. It was true that a darkness was becoming stronger in these lands, and most likely on others as well. Cailiawen realised she could be a part of this greater effort to oppose it, instead of trying to be a lone wolf. She stepped back and stood by the doorway, watching and listening., and politely nodding to those who walked by.<br/><br/>Up in the smithy of Rivendall, a sword and two large knives were brought to the master smith. The elf said,<br/><br/>"These are blades of Westernesse. Well made but untended. Give them care, for I think our guest will wish them to be ready when they leave."<br/><br/>The master smith took the weapons and looekd hard at them. He said,<br/><br/>"Hard use they have had. I will take delight in working my trade into these blades of men."<br/><br/>The elf nodded and turned and left the craftsman to do his work.