"NU-RU! SAU-CY! NU-RU! SAU-CY!"
LinGalad blushed at the uproar that the hobbit-boys were making as Saucepan Man perused the audience, but when he saw The Saucepan Man smile happily about it, he reminded himself about variations in customs between differing lands, and took a deep breath. "Sau-cy," he began, hesitantly but slowly gaining momentum. "Nu-ru! Sau-cy! Nu-ru! Sau-cy!"
Firondoiel elbowed him. "Louder, silly!"
"Oh, I'm doing the best I can!" LinGalad muttered, blushing yet again. On his other side, Gamba sank an elbow deep into his ribs. "OOF!"
"That's it. Louder, " Gamba laughed.
"SAU-CY! NU-RU!"
"Not bad."
"You know, these little hobbits seem to be good for you, " Firondoiel chuckled. LinGalad shot her an indignant look.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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