Isengar laughed. He knew Hobbits had the reputation for having large appetites despite their small size. It seemed that even with the lack of Hobbits visiting Rivendell, their reputation was still known. As Tathariel led him to this Hall of Fire, Isengar couldn’t help but imagine what it must be like with a name like that. All sorts of wild and fantastic images flashed through the Hobbit’s mind, all involving fire and likely danger to go along with it. Did elves have magic? Maybe that’s how they contained it? He would have to ask about that later, there was just so much he wanted to know!<br/><br/>It wasn’t long before Isengar’s attention was also drawn to the small group, and the litter bound individual. The frown on his guide’s face did nothing to quell the nervousness growing in his stomach, especially at her words.<br/><br/>“It’s like they say in the Shire. Leaving is just asking for trouble.” The Hobbit said, watching the group as they continued on their way.<br/><br/>On approaching the large silvery doors, Isengar’s wonder and awe returned, though not quite vanquishing the nervousness he still held onto. The Hobbit too noticed the woman, as well as the lack of recognition coming from his guide. Was this another visitor to the elven home?<br/><br/>“I don’t see why not.” Isengar answered. “The more the merrier!”