[center][h1][color=bc8dbf]Angfort[/color] ~ [i][color=bc8dbf]Ellaryn Bracegirdle[/color][/i][/h1][/center]

"He really is a Wizard?" thought Ellaryn, she looked at him impressed and whispered under her breath "[sub][color=bc8dbf][i]Gandalf Firecracker.[/i][/color][/sub]" Every hobbit in the shire had heard of him, even Ellaryn had fallen in bliss to the stories of his fireworks, and he was here now and had asked her aid.

He fit everything she knew about wizards (and all she knew was that he looked the part,) so she meekly took his directions and entered the room with the others. Els went and sat on a small stool with an almost childlike grace. Her eyes wide with wonder and her demeanor decidedly in awe of reputation. 

Despite her hardships, her youth shone through at that moment (she had only come of age in the last year) and sitting on the stool, facing the blue wizard, she drank in his image and awaited every word he had in utter respect.