Part 835 of 5100 from book42
He did not relish the idea of singing any song of the Shire to the Lord of Minas Tirith certainlybook71 not the comic ones that he knew best they were too well rustic for such an occasion. It is a sore trial for a hobbit that. And Im not used Master Beregond to waiting hungry on others while they eat. Return when you are clad It was as he said and Pippin soon found himself arrayed in strange garments all of black and silver. Far above a great cloud streamed slowly westward from the Black Land devouring light borne upon a wind of war but below the air was still and breathless as if all the Vale of Anduin waited for the onset of a ruinous storm.... more