[Robin Headstrong]

"An Elvin-maid there was of old,
A shining star by day..."
Min began the old Elvish song accompanied by the plucking of his lute. He always came out into the forest to practice reciting the Songs. He preferred the refuge of the trees rather than being trapped inside the halls of Mirkwood.
The musician's ears picked up the sound of a branch being cut. He abruptly finished right in the middle of the song and followed the sound to investigate. No Wood Elf would cut down a branch while travelling in a forest.
"Hello?" he called. "Who are you, and what business do you have in this forest?"
Min's jaw dropped when he finally found the source of the sound.