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Frodides was all in a muddle. Not five minutes had passed since she'd thought that with four of them working in the kitchen they'd soon have everything dealt with and could have a nice sit down. 'Should have known better,' she admonished herself as she heard Thornden's commanding voice coming through from the hall demanding riders to help the Eorl.
Minutes later and half the inhabitants of the place were running through the kitchen, people heading off in different directions without a word as to why. Ginna appeared for a breathless few seconds to tell her of Falco's injury and imminent arrival but even the Hobbit stayed only a few moments to receive a bandage before disappearing again and so she got no information out of him.
Confused and suddenly rushed off her feet Frodides barely listened as her newest charge asked her a question.
"Frodides, do you mind if I take Lčođern for a little walk in the yard? It might make her feel better."
"You do as you like, girl. Just so long as her father knows what you're doing with her."
Ginna replied that Garstan was aware that she was looking after Leodern and took the little girl outside, leaving Frodides alone in her kitchen, free to worry, grumble and prepare for whatever fate had in store for Eodwine and his guests.
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