[The Barrow-Wight]

The Barrow-Wight realizes his thoughts must have been too obvious. He never was very good at concealing his intentions, especially when the 'cold fire' took over. The poor little hobbit was clearly frightened of him, guessing at his evil thought.

"Never fear, little one," he said with a grimace (the rotted corpse he inhabited was no longer 'smileable'). "I am more thirsty than 'thirsty', if you know what I mean. And I thirst for something cold this evening."

He turned the tap and poured a foaming mug of beer, passing it to Frodo. He filled another and offered a toast.

"To good times and birthdays! May we all have many more."