The Elf, the Hobbit and the Dwarf - Book 1 NEW VERSION

A Night to Remember

"Did somebody die?" asked the grey-haired Dwarf who seemed to be nearly deaf.

"Alright, lads, there's only one thing for it," said a dark-haired Dwarf named Bofur.

He suddenly stood up and walked on top of the table clumsily. Within seconds he had started singing a cheery song that made all the Dwarves clap their hands and stomp their feet. Míriel chuckled and smiled at them, she could not help to think that the Dwarves were amusing. Soon all the Dwarves joined in the song while the Elves stopped playing and glowered at them. Alya and Mirima looked horrified at the content of the song, and Míriel was the only one smiling and clapping her hands to the rhythm of it since it was catchy.

There is an inn, there's an inn, a merry old in

Beneath an old grey hill,

And there they brew a beer so brown

That the Man in the Moon himself came down

One night to drink his fill.

The landlord has a tipsy cat

That plays a five-stringed fiddle;

And up and down he runs his bow,

Now squeaking high, now purring low,

Now sawing in the middle.

So, the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,

A jig that would wake the dead:

He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,

While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:

'It's after three!' he said.

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The dinner had ended in quite the disaster since the Dwarves had begun throwing food at each other after the funny fellow Bofur had stopped singing, and a dessert had barely missed Lindir's head. It was not very tasteful, but it had amused Míriel greatly. It had been a while since there was truly something fun happening in Imladris, and though the Dwarves brought disaster they also brought a lot of laughter.

"Horrible I think they were," Alya mumbled as they walked away toward their chambers together when the sun had almost completely set. "Did you hear that song? How rude was it not?"

"I think it was quite fun," Míriel said and giggled, the song was now stuck in her head and the very thought of Lindir's face when the pudding barely missed him made her laugh loudly again. No one else but the Dwarves seemed to think it funny except for her, though.

"There is an inn, there's an inn, a merry old inn, beneath an old grey hill..." Míriel soon stopped singing when she saw Alya's face expression but Adanessa giggled a little too. "And did you see that young, dark-haired Dwarf stare at you Mirima?"

"Yes, oh you did not seem very offended," Adanessa teased and they all started laughing at Mirima's burning cheeks.

It was hard to imagine a Dwarf with and Elf, nevertheless seeing a matrimony between them. It would be a little humiliating, especially since Dwarves were so short. But Mirima did not have to feel ashamed since Kíli was not as rough around the edges at the other Dwarves when it came to his looks.