A Short Rest and A Decision.

The Hobbit sits beside me as I write, inviting me to pick it up once more, but one chapter down means one chapter up. Sadly, this particular chapter was shorter than the last, so here we go, quickly now.

A journey from the dead trolls takes us to the last homely house, the home of Elrond the elf. We are greeted when we arrive by song. A song so ridiculous I simply must post at least a verse of it.

O! What are you doing,
And where are you going?
Your ponies need shoeing!
The River is flowing!
O! Tra-la-la-lally
Down here in the valley!

Is it just me, or does "Tra-la-la-lally" sound more like a child with too much sugar than the wise and fair elves that we know from the Lord Of The Rings?

So we've found the moon-runes, or whatever they're called, and we're on our way to the mountains....

See you in a chapter's time! Oh, after lunch anyway. I need food!