"Now what sort of answer was that?" thought Birdie.
"Go not to the Elves for advise..." goes the old saying, but this was going a little too far. Bird was not asking for advise, just a little more information for a friend who suddenly was equivocating in a very disturbing manner. Birdie did not like this, oh, no, not at all. In fact, she was getting angry.
The skin-changer strode across the deck after the retreating elf, grabbed her arm and whirled her around.
"Now see here, Pio. Don't be trying to hand me any of your Elvish airs or answers that are no answers at all. I asked a simple question, and I want a simple answer. Shall I make it simpler still? Very well then - Just how old are you, and were you around during the First Age?"
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