Bird twitched her antennae in irritation. Ghosts were as insufferable as Elves! Holly sat there entranced by his moony beauty. Damn the artist in her, she was trying to sketch him as he spoke to her! Bird glanced up at the dark window above them, and a chill passed through her.
She launched herself in a high arc from the Hobbit’s shoulder, her form changing to that of a small black and white bird. Over the wall she flew to where the wizard stood, useless as usual in her opinion. She landed with a squawk on the tip of his staff, fixing him with her beady black eye. ‘Well, Holly’s in there talking to some fair haired ghost with a harp. This was all your idea. How are you going to get her out?’
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Holly drew a quick series of charcoal sketches as the moon rose higher to illuminate the area. ‘Plunder and destroy, you say . . .’ she said as her hand moved over the paper. ‘It looks to me as if the castle is already falling down about you, and that you have been already plundered of your most precious treasure.’ He looked at her, his faint brow furrowed.
‘Your life, Kenelm. Someone has plundered it. Who will you inform that time marches through here, a rampant destroyer. And what use is it to lament the loss of a treasure you cannot steal back.’
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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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