That evening, the fighters finally returned, looking as if they had finally
made their peace. Fokin was back to looking merely surly, while Gonâd was
making lewd comments. In celebration of the regained peace, the last of the
ale was drunk, most of it imbibed by Gonâd, though Anúsol had a little bit
more than his delicate elf body could handle.
"Teach me the shong about the maidensh," he slurred.
As Vagísil was off prowling, it seemed perfectly acceptable to teach her brother the crude elf-maiden song. "Now then, Anúsol-" Gonâd begain in a teacherly manner.
"Call me Anu. Teach me the shong."
"Now then, Anu, listen very carefully. Repeat after me. O, an elf maiden is fair,"
"O, a nelf daimen ish fair."
"Charming golden hair,"
"Charming hair goldfish."
"You're drunk, Anu."
"You're drunk, Anu."
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID ELF!" That was Fokin's contribution to the singing lesson. Although he had settled his differences with Gonâd, he still despised elves. And was still grumpy.
"O, an elf maiden is fair, Charming golden hair, For that I do not care, It's beneath what she wears," Nob sang beautifully. He thought he was probably getting drunk from Anúsol's breath, as he was certainly feeling rather light-headed.
"O, what is beneath an elf maiden's skirts, That I would like to know," Gonâd joined in.
"A thing of great beauty, that I am sure, If only I was to be shown," by now Fokin had joined in and was harmonising nicely. Nob was allowed to sing the next verse solo, as the others were still slightly unsure of it. The hobbit knew the whole thing as he had been subjected to it every night for as long as he cared to remember.
"You're wrong," hissed a voice in Nob's ear as he was singing of lifting petticoats and what lay beneath.
"Vagísil?" Nob stammered.
"That's right," the elf replied. "Now, Nob, I'm going to correct your lack of knowledge. Come with me." Her tone was so sharp that Nob just had to follow. Slightly tipsy, he wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but the others were applauding.
That was the last thing Nob remembered before he woke up with dawn breaking. Gonâd was snoring like a pig, with an arm draped over Fokin, who still had a half full mug of ale in his hand.
Vagísil had skulked off again, though Anúsol was still around, absently singing the elf maiden song with completely the wrong words.
"You did that thing again," the elf said, noticing Nob was awake.
"What thing?"
"The thing where you start screaming then pass out. Don't you remember?"
"Not at all."
"Well, you went off with Vagi and then suddenly we heard screaming. Hysterical. And she carried you back. Tell me why."
"Well, I suppose there's something you should know. my secret-"
-Cliffhanger time. Find out soon when I can be arsed to update ;)-
"Teach me the shong about the maidensh," he slurred.
As Vagísil was off prowling, it seemed perfectly acceptable to teach her brother the crude elf-maiden song. "Now then, Anúsol-" Gonâd begain in a teacherly manner.
"Call me Anu. Teach me the shong."
"Now then, Anu, listen very carefully. Repeat after me. O, an elf maiden is fair,"
"O, a nelf daimen ish fair."
"Charming golden hair,"
"Charming hair goldfish."
"You're drunk, Anu."
"You're drunk, Anu."
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID ELF!" That was Fokin's contribution to the singing lesson. Although he had settled his differences with Gonâd, he still despised elves. And was still grumpy.
"O, an elf maiden is fair, Charming golden hair, For that I do not care, It's beneath what she wears," Nob sang beautifully. He thought he was probably getting drunk from Anúsol's breath, as he was certainly feeling rather light-headed.
"O, what is beneath an elf maiden's skirts, That I would like to know," Gonâd joined in.
"A thing of great beauty, that I am sure, If only I was to be shown," by now Fokin had joined in and was harmonising nicely. Nob was allowed to sing the next verse solo, as the others were still slightly unsure of it. The hobbit knew the whole thing as he had been subjected to it every night for as long as he cared to remember.
"You're wrong," hissed a voice in Nob's ear as he was singing of lifting petticoats and what lay beneath.
"Vagísil?" Nob stammered.
"That's right," the elf replied. "Now, Nob, I'm going to correct your lack of knowledge. Come with me." Her tone was so sharp that Nob just had to follow. Slightly tipsy, he wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but the others were applauding.
That was the last thing Nob remembered before he woke up with dawn breaking. Gonâd was snoring like a pig, with an arm draped over Fokin, who still had a half full mug of ale in his hand.
Vagísil had skulked off again, though Anúsol was still around, absently singing the elf maiden song with completely the wrong words.
"You did that thing again," the elf said, noticing Nob was awake.
"What thing?"
"The thing where you start screaming then pass out. Don't you remember?"
"Not at all."
"Well, you went off with Vagi and then suddenly we heard screaming. Hysterical. And she carried you back. Tell me why."
"Well, I suppose there's something you should know. my secret-"
-Cliffhanger time. Find out soon when I can be arsed to update ;)-
