‘As you wish!’ cried Pio, merrily, as she let go the Hobbit’s hand. ‘But I will hold you to your promised songs once the music is done and our feet are tired.’ Her eyes sparkled with an impish light. ‘Best you practice them, and quickly. For I shall surely call on you.’
She ran to the center of the room, and grabbed the hands of Elwyn and Durman as she entered the dancers. ‘Springle-ring!’ she shouted to Jatyn, Rie, and Cami, motioning them into the circle she had formed.
‘A lively beat, if you will, musician. And we shall do a Shire dance for you!’ Pio clapped her hands in beat to the music, then pushed Cami forward, to the center f the Ring. ‘Show them how it’s done!’ she laughed, watching her friend leap lightly in the energetic dance.
Durman, a surprised look on his face, was next hauled into the center as Cami took her place in the swaying Ring. The dancers stamped their feet and clapped loudly, encouraging him to dance for them.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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