Holly picked poor Bird off the floor where she had fallen in the scuffle. Cradling her in her hands, she stepped past the downed woman, and into Bethberry's room. She laid the neeker-breeker gently on the small table by the bed and spoke to her in a low, reassuring tone.
Bethberry entered the room, and seeing the bug on the table, looked questioningly at Holly once again.
'It's Bird.' said the hobbit. 'She's been hurt. Can you help her?'
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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