When the song was done, Angry beamed at the applause he received, even if it was just from one person. If only you could make a living out of singing, I'd be made! he thought, quickly dismissing the idea as folly. It was precisely those kind of ideas that made his father dislike him so. And that was why he was living here, away from his parents in Buckland.
He was shocked to hear that she didn't know any songs, what was this world coming to when a person could grow up not having learned any songs or verse? "What Lass? No songs? well, we must spend some of the time we'll have together learning you some. Maybe I could even teach you the craft of plucking your own songs from out o'the air. It's just about the only thing Angry here is good for."
He took a long swig of his beer and realised that Crystal wasn't drinking anything. He had been so swept up in all his jollility and merry-making that he had completely forgotten his manners. He asked her if she would like anything to drink at all. After this beer he himself was planning on starting on something a little stronger, perhaps some Misty Mountain Malt.
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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.
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