Curufin turns around the instant he hears the sound of clucking and screeching. Then he sees the farmer running after the chickens. He glances at Nita, almost conspiratorially, and then he runs out onto the dirt track, waving his arms at the chickens.

Well, it used to work in Himlad, in the village where his wife lived most of the time. The house behind hers had a chicken coop, and the birds were experts at escaping. Thus, Curufin had experience with rounding them up and returning them to their owner.