Biffo Proudfoot, mustering his courage, finally made a move towards the strange wayfarer's table. Smiling stupidly and politely to the Elf-maiden as he went, Biffo addressed the man.
"Mind if I, er, sit down?" he asked, and without waiting for reply plonked himself down next to the minstrel, so that he could still see the door, the Elf and of course the all-important bar.
"Very fine stuff, sir, if I may say so. All too seldom are folk like yourself seen in The Shire. Reminded me of Elves, your song did. Yes... Elves, and mountains! To your health!" Biffo raised his tankard.
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But Gwindor answered: 'The doom lies in yourself, not in your name'.
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