The Green Dragon Inn - Part 8

[Melisil]

Melisil waited for Eruisto to answer. As she waited, she looked around the Inn. There was a plaque over the shelves of beer which looked old, sad, an unread for quite some time. She guessed a previous innkeeper had hung it up there, and afterwards had been forgotten.

There are songs to be sung,
And tales to hear,
So on the peg let your hat be hung,
Behave or be out on your ear!

Melisil pondered it for a while, particularily the first two lines. "I wonder when a song was sung, or a tale told in this in last? Certainly not recently it seems." thought the Elf.

Strangly and instantly she burst into song, her Elvish voice ringing throughout the Inn. She did this feeling the words of that plaque should be fulfilled once more.

"Anda, anda yá,
Melin Ladris linda,
Líre alcarin quenta enwina!
Urúva felya, oron eruanna
Se líre! Se líre! Ilya lúme!
Líre, líre, melin Ladris;
Líre, líre, ilya lúme!

Haire, haire au,
Melin Ladris linda,
Hamalánalanne malta!
As írima eruanna, páten tercaced
Se lána! Se lána! Ilya lúme!
Lána, lána, melin Ladris;
Lána, lána, ilya lúme!"