"Oh, Manwe take you all and throw you in the Void!"
Bird morphed back into woman form and stamped over to the cozy group around the campfire. "What are you doing? I rode like Eorl to get back here and warn you! There's danger out in the woods. Bandits, or worse, and I was shot at! Shot! With an arrow!"
"And you!" She whirled around and pointed a finger at the darkly-scowling Elf sitting by Gandalf. "YOU jumped out at me, and hacked at me with a sword. You could have killed me with that thing. And now you just sit there sipping tea? Get up! All of you! This is no time to be sipping tea!"
Birdie threw out her arms and slapped them against her legs in frustration. "By the stars! If this is how Elves and Wizards react to danger, it's no wonder The Dark Lord is still sculking about in Mordor. I suppose if HE showed up, you'd serve him tea as well. You!" She pointed her finger at the young woman working on her needlework and casting furtive glances at the disreputable-looking newcomer. "Put down that tapestry block and come and help me. Has anyone even checked on Volondil since I've been gone? Useless, the whole bunch of you. Olo, fetch me that moss out of Peri's saddlebag."
Bird finally stopped her frantic chattering long enough to look around the fire. "Wait a minute. Where's Peri? Where's Holly?"
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