Robin finished her tea and pushed her cup over to Dinodas, and then climbed onto the table. Many eyes turned to her, though a few of the laughing and talking men, elves, dwarves, and hobbits paid her no heed.
Robin suddenly felt afraid of singing in front of everyone, but she put on a cheery smile and looked down at Dinodas. Returning her smile, he pulled out a flute and stood onto the table next to her. Robin began to speak.
"All my friends here at the Green Dragon, some of you have traveled from far lands, and I hope to welcome you with this song.
"I'm not good at writing songs, but I try. Nurumaiel, my Elf friend, has been teaching me Elvish and I'm slowly learning. I wrote this song and I hope you'll enjoy it, even though I've never tried to write a song in Elvish before."
She nodded to Dinodas, and he put the flute to his lips. He began to play a haunting and beautiful melody, and everyone in the inn had their eyes on the pair, even if only for a brief moment.
Elen sila tere i mornie
Silme elen na, mi nulla fuin helle
Nu i helle eleni na titta celume
I linque na ullume vanya
Mi linque eleni sila
Carin titta eleni mi linque
A entona i celume na i alda
Vanya malinorne, tulca a tunda
Vanya na imen, ingole mar
A inye uva marilqua nin auri.
Robin ended her song and looked about the room, a pretty blush coming to her cheeks. With no closing words, she and Dinodas climbed down from the table, sat back in their chairs, and ordered some food.
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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