[Hilde Bracegirdle]

Owen pushed back his plate contentedly. It was good to have a full stomach again as well as the prospect of a lively group of hobbits to play among. And having learned that since the groom was employed by the inn, that at this handfasting the musicians where all volunteers, being paid as it were, with ample food and drink free of charge, he planned to make good use of the arrangement though, of course, not take advantage of the situation. He smiled to see that Seamus had not yet been able to finish his plate, so wrapped up he was with the two young hobbits and their questions. And so excusing himself politely, he left his bag on the chair and went outside to help the Gil and some of his friends who had upon finishing their pints, put off breakfast until after the heavy work was done.

It was a bit awkward, carrying tables with the hobbits. But they made good speed, and time passed quickly as they joked and hummed comparing what tunes they knew in common. Surprisingly, there were many, though titles and words varied. And Owen quipped that though the hobbits were a good deal shorter than he, they held a more than a double portion of songs in their heads. “But Seamus and I are quick to pick up. Just don’t go encouraging me to sing unless it’s at the end of the day and you want to empty out the place!”

How about monkey? I suppose you'll say he can hold a tune better than you!” Tomlin laughed.

“Not in the least,” Owen answered. “But we are trying to teach him to earn his bread by good honest work.” He turned to Gil. “You suppose it’d be alright if Shimshin was allowed to take tips for his dancing? I doubt he would grasp such a noble concept as donating work, and he does enjoy all the nice shiny coins thrown his way.”

Gil winked, “No one said anything about not collecting tips, now did they! I think it be a fine thing for Shimshin to enjoy himself. I hope that we all enjoy ourselves, not least of all the happy couple.”