Please go sit on the chair while I find some treats for you," whispered the Elf, not wanting to wake the sleeping Gimli.
The parrot looked solemnly at the Prince for a moment and resolutely shook his small head. It was refusing to let go; if anything, it clutched at Legolas' fingers even tighter, almost to the point of pain.
"I cannot do this with one hand, my friend. Please let go," pleaded the Elf who was becoming worried that the bird wanted to be a permanent addition to his hand. That would not do since training starts tomorrow.