[Kransha]

“That was….very….nice.” Toby murmured, his jaw hanging awkwardly.
He tucked the lower jaw back into place as the melodic tune settled delicately into his suddenly very tranquil mind. His ears quivered in a strange mixture of delight and confusion as the elf’s song resounded like intricate bells chiming, echoing off the hollowed walls of his psyche itself. His widened eyes shrunk back into their usual narrow and unfriendly slit and he glanced confusedly back and forth from Roa to Galadel to Snaveling, trying desperately to gain an inkling of what was going on.

“What in the Shire is wrong with him?...What did you do?...What’s going on?” a fountain of misplaced questions began flying from Toby’s lips. After a minute it became obvious that the words coming from his jabbering mouth had not be thought about in the least before they were uttered. For once, Toby Hornblower didn’t care for the spotlight, all he wanted was a simple, hobbit-friendly explanation of the happenings. He rubbed his sore side, where Snaveling’s flailing arm had practically bowled him over and onto the ground beneath the man's limp. He continued talking, his voice volume rising as the sense in him decreasing.

“Will some kind soul please explain to me what just happened?” He finally said, summing up all of the useless questions he’d been asking for the last three minutes. His mouth was unhinged by confusion and surprise, but his mind and body were strangely calm with the sweetness and refined quality of Galadel’s voice and song. Thinking and contemplating the cornucopia of bizarre happenings, he paused, biting his lip, and added a throat-clearing noise to make sure he was noticed.