She stood in the middle of the kitchen, skillet in hand, wondering how she was going to feed all those hungry customers thronging the Common Room. Pio's eyes were bleary from lack of sleep, and now they gazed toward the floor where the beaten eggs she had meant to pour into the pan lay congealing at her feet.
'Fires of Udun take you!' she muttered at the eggy mess, and knelt to clean it up with an old rag. 'Why couldn't Eru have made the other races more like the Elves.' she grumbled to herself. 'Had I been consulted there would have been a lot less emphasis on the belly and more on the brain!'
'Yes, Elanor!' she yelled out through the closed door, when she heard the Hobbit's question. 'Get in here, quick, and help me or every one will be having potluck for breakfast!' She wiped up the last of the spill, and stood rinsing the rag in the stone sink.
'And bring someone with you,' she bellowed again. 'We are going to need help this morning . . .'
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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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