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Oin and Finky had settled down in the Inn to await a proper time to depart for the Shire, and Oin had leaned back in his chair, when he heard a song...
..."piercing wintry breeze" ..."through the budding" ..."button up my coat ...
"Bards!" he said, "Why do they come everywhere? They only sing!" Oin growled and muttered.
"Aye, but aren't the songs they sing very wonderful? I rather enjoy them..." was Finky's reply.
At just that moment, an old, haggard woman approached them...
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