Azraph turned to Phura suddenly, and pointed at his face and hands. "Why is your skin red?"
Cami took a startled look around, and suddenly announced in a commanding voice, "Under the trees, all of you. Now."
"Why?"
"It's been cloudy or foggy for days and days, ever since the rescue. This is the first fine, bright day you've had."
"What of it?"
"Have you ever heard of sunburn?"
"No."
"Well, you have now. If it gets much worse, you won't sleep well tonight. Come on. Into the trees. Let's go." She frantically gathered the picnic items that were spread all over the grass. Everybody helped her, and they trudged towards the woods, laden with goodies, Maura chirping happily and chewing on a pastry.
Phura was the last to retreat from the water's edge, very reluctantly. They touched each others' faces, wondering, and Cami fretted over the children, rebuking herself for not having thought of this before now.
She ran and warned Loremaster, who was already pink. The elders herded the hobbits into the nearby forest.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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