Chapter 21 The Orange Frog
Vebrion picked the lock to the Frog House. She felt that an accomplished elf had to know how to pick locks. It was one of her most useful skills. She was still looking for clues for Glorfindel and Celebrían's whereabouts. The Frog House seemed like the most likely place to look for clues.
Vebrion carefully searched throughout the popular tourist attraction. She didn't find anything until she came to the little storage room in the back. Here, she found a little glass cage with a bright orange frog in it.
"Elen síla lumenn' omentielvo!" it croaked. Vebrion jumped. That frog had just spoken Quenya-ish! "Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?"
"Of course I speak Elvish, you idiot! I'm an elf! Auta minqula orqu!!" Vebrion was very angry. It was a terrible insult that the frog hadn't even realized that she was an elf.
"Sorry! You don't have to get so perturbed. I only wanted to know if you knew Elvish."
"Oh, well okay then." Vebrion was still slightly upset, but not as much as before. "I'm Vebrion. Who are you?"
"I am the Frog-Who-Cannot-Be-Named," it replied proudly.
"Ah, I've heard of you. You're the only frog in all of Middle-Earth that hasn't gone over to the aliens, right?"
"Yep! That's me!"
"Well, maybe you could help me. After thinking the matter over, I have come to the conclusion that my good friend Celebrían and her husband Glorfindel have been taken by the aliens. They were traveling through alien infested land and disappeared on their journey. All signs point to those stupid aliens."
"I shall be glad to join you on your quest!"
With that, Vebrion and her new companion, the Frog-Who-Cannot-Be-Named set off to find Celebrían and Glorfindel.