[Nurumaiel]

Robin gave a wide smile to Bullroarer, then stood up and held up her hands. "May I now sing a little song I composed?" she asked. As she received cries of yes, she began.

Here in the Shire the grass grows green
And little rivers fall.
At the Green Dragon we dance and sing
And Dwarin answers our calls.

Whether it's tea, water, or ale
That we wish to enjoy
The Green Dragon will, without fail,
Lighten the hearts of our girls and boys.

Sitting down again, she added, "It may not be too good. Just a little song that came into my head the way here that I just had to sing. I suppose when I said 'girls and boys' I sounded as though I was talking about children… didn't I?"

She gave a deep sigh and began half-talking to herself. "I know I can't compare with all you wonderful story-tellers and singers here, but I'll try."

Then a smile lit up her face. "What about another cup of tea, Dwarin?" she asked, jumping up and heading over to the counter.

Dwarin poured her another cup of tea. "Here you are," he said.

"Thank you kindly," Robin replied, but didn't leave the counter. Instead she turned to everyone and said, "How about a tale or two? Does anyone have an interesting story they'd wish to share?"