The next morning Calen woke up late. It was mid-day before she finally stumbled into the room where Gandalf was waiting.
"Ahhh, Calen. Good. I was somewhat worried that you'd sleep through dinner!" he laughed when she appeared.
"Yeah, well," she yawned. "When are we leaving?"
"Are you ready? Good. Well, then, we can leave just as soon as Lord Elrond is finished with us," the wizard replied.
"Huh?"
"He wants to give us a few things," he explained.
"Oh. Alright then. Have you seen Tatiana yet?"
"Yes, actually. She'll be here, don't worry."
"I see you are ready to depart," commented Elrond as he entered the room.
Gandalf nodded. Calen yawned.
"It was a pleasure to have you here, Calen Alatariel," the elf lord said. "Remember that you will always be welcome in Rivendell. Here," he said, handing her tightly rolled bundle.
Calen opened it and a light cloak flowed over her fingers. It was her favorite color, silver-green, with silver trim and a hood.
"Oh, glory," she whispered. "Rim hennaid, Hiren Elrond." Many thanks, Lord Elrond
"Don't go yet!" a voice cried and Tatiana came rushing in. "Here," she said and thrust a sack into Calen's hands. "Its from both of us," she added softly.
"Ohhh... Where is he?"
"Shhhh! It would be a bit obvious that we were... well, you know, my father doesn't know..."
"Well tell him a said farewell," said Calen as she started to open the sack.
"You don't have to open it yet," said Tatiana. "It's just a bunch of green tomatoes!"
"Oh! I should have known," laughed Calen.
The embraced.
"Don't fall through any more doors, okay?" Calen said sarcastically.
"Oh, go on and go," muttered Tatiana.