Later, when they made camp and set the watch, one of the Thane’s aides pointed to the young Pixie sleeping on the open ground, away from the Elves. ‘Get her some bedding,’ the Thane said, ‘and have her sleep here near the fire where her safety will be assured. And offer her something to eat and drink. It is the least we can do.’
The aide was unable to waken her, and carried her like a child to a more comfortable place by the fire.