Thoriel smiled awkwardly at the chicken, the last thing she wanted was to have him running off again. She knew she should have worn her normal plain dress, it had just enough stains to keep any unwanted attention away.
The chicked edged closer to Thoriel, who rolled her eyes and poured herself a drink. She could still try to enjoy herself. She glanced over to where Fin and Sophia were dancing and gave them her most withering look, but they were too engrossed in what they were doing to notice. Thoriel felt somthing on her leg, she looked down and saw a wing casually resting on it. She just stared at the chicken with one eyebrow raised. He promptly removed his wing.
"Thankyou." She said, taking another gulp of her drink.
She glanced back over at the chicken, he looked so downcast, he just melted her heart so she picked him up and gave him a hug, just to show him he was still loved.
"Now why don't you show me that famous dance of yours?" asked Thoriel and the chicken was only too happy to oblige.
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"We might succeed in roasting Pippin alive inside." - Frodo.
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