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Ginger burst through the door to the kitchen nearly tumbling into the table where Cook and the Elven man sat. She was all out of breath and had a frightened look on her face.
'Come quick!' she wheezed out, her breath coming fast. She pointed out toward the common room. 'I was just upstairs doing a quick delivery of fresh towels for the guests for tomorrow. And I was hurrying down the hall upstairs with a stack of them, when I heard the most awful yelling you can imagine.'
She sat down on a chair that Huan pulled out for her and took a big gulp of water from Cook. 'Anyways, up in the room where that pretty Elf is staying, the one with the brother here, too. That's where it's coming from.' She looked from one to another. I was going to knock and see if anyone needed help but then I heard the most awful crash against the door and I ran down to get you.'
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. . . for they love peace and quiet and good tilled earth . . . are quick of hearing and sharpeyed, and though they are inclined to be fat and do not hurry unneccesarily, they are nonetheless nimble and deft in their movements . . . FOTR - Prologue
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