Angry had never been able to take compliments gracefully, and this was no exception. He blushed, flushed and mumbled a thankyou. He stared down into his tankard, as if it contained the most beautiful thing in the world. It didn't, that was sat on the stall next to his.
What would his parents think of him? they had never approved of the Big Folk that came into the Shire more and more often since Frodo and the rest had gone off to war and come back all shiny and brave looking. He had no such feelings, however, and was all for the new 'cosmopolitan' feel of the Shire.
He was delighted at her offer to sing him a song. The tall man who had given him money before was obviously now more interested in arguing about War with the men from Rohan. He had never understood how the men of a country could be so preoccupied with war, but then, he had never suffered it.
"Why yes Miss Crystal, I would love to hear your only song, it would be an honour!"
__________________
The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.
|