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“I think what I shall do is establish a depository for—”
“Baby chicks!”
Elrond lost the words on his tongue as Ambassador Celebrían rushed over to a patch of clover. “Baby chicks. Yes. It is spring.” Elrond followed. When Celebrían first arrived, he found a match in politics and philosophy. The more time he spent, he found he was willing to deviate from his usual topics.
He smiled as she stood up holding one of them. “They just wander free?”
“Imladris is quite safe.”
Celebrían stroked one finger over a fluffy chick. “In Lothlorien, they would be eaten by lizards.”