Kalir spared Ajada one glance before he turned to LinGalad, and began wordlessly helping him to sit down at the edge of the stream. "Wash it, " he said curtly, and LinGalad nodded.
Mattius drew near, and LinGalad blushed. "I am so sorry."
"Neither of us did a good job ducking, " Mattius smiled. "Wash it for me, please."
"Of course, " LinGalad said. "I'll poultice it, too, if--"
"Here, " said Kalir, and handed him several handfuls of fern, grass, and moss.
Embarassed still, LinGalad discarded the moss. "Moss only helps trees, " he muttered.
"And I am certainly not a tree, " chirped Mattius. LinGalad glared at him, and Mattius laughed.
"Very funny, " Radagast said. "But we've lost the Entwife, and we are no no closer to resolving our questions or taming the forest, are we?"
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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