‘I am afraid you have the wrong culprits this time, Miz Rose.’
The grinning Elf stood in the doorway to the kitchen, holding up the half full glass of milk and her now empty, berry-stained hand. ‘In fact, if I might, I should like to have just one more muffin. The other twin needs one, too.’ She winked at the three, open mouthed boys and bowed her head courteously to their mother.
‘My name is Piosenniel. Pio, to my friends.’ She nodded, smiling at the three boys, and moved further into the kitchen. ‘Did little Rose and Elanor tell you I had come?’ Placing her glass on the counter, she fished the invitation out of her vest and handed it to Rose. ‘This is for Master Samwise Gamgee and Family. An invitation to a dinner party at The Green Dragon, tomorrow night.’
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