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Willy sighed in resignation, still unsure of how well he would be able to learn such a song. Master Hearpwine's song, between the beautiful harp and the rich melodies, had played a song far fairer than any he had heard before. Maybe it would be easier if it were about the Party Tree, though.
"...I think it best if you all try to rewrite the words together, as the version I sang is the one I know and enjoy, but this Party Tree is wholly new to me! Who better to make a song of the Shire than yourselves! I will of course be here to help with my harp!" Willy glanced around and saw some discomfort on some other's faces. Of course Master Hearpwine wouldn't know that they had only barely learned their first four letters this morning.
He raised his hand, "Um, Master Hearpwine?"
Hearpwine looked up from his music. "Yes, Master... Willy, correct?"
"Uh-huh. But what you said about writing the words, we only just started learning our letters this morning. We know four: B, E, A, and, um..."
"R," someone prompted.
"Yes, R," Willy repeated. "So you see, if there are a few here who know their letters, that's fine, but those four letters are the only ones most of us know so far. We can't write the words 'cause we don't know how."
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