Ask Mitsanar– he was the one who decided to herd a flock of them into a volcano, after lying about wanting my help making armor for ONE of them.
On a related note, would you like some roast swan? We basted the lot with lemon, tarragon, and sesame seeds and it’s served with mushrooms over asparagus. It came out rather well, all things considered*.
*having them cleaned and then roasted after the initial singe and obviously removed form the forge floor.
Goodness me! I’m sure the one I wanted to bring is around here. Somewhere. Maybe over there? No, not that– that other one- over- hm, maybe if you throw some crumbs it will show itself?
Oh don’t worry, it doesn’t come with unpredictable magic. …I can’t speak for the rest of them though.
I see. You didn’t actually want my help forging armor for anything at all, you only wanted to fill my workshop with swans.
Possibly under the mistaken impression that I find swans irritating. –No, don’t answer, Mitsanar. I’m not interested in your rhetorical work-arounds.
Luckily for us, I know a very efficient way of dealing with ordinary swans who are NOT part of Ossë’s retinue:
The Fëanorian way.
…et voila!
…Now, I cannot help you make armor for all these birds, but I can help you dress them. I think I’ll pair them with a nice Anadûnê ‘62; not a pleasant year for me *personally*, but a wonderful vintage nonetheless.