Far Over The Misty Mountains Cold

Suddenly the parlor feel much smaller, there were dwarves everywhere, sitting on chairs, standing by the windows, one or two even sneaked into the pantry . It was quite an experience , and then this last dwarf came ( it was master Asudrom really...but looking different ...more serious and thoughtful than usual ). And so he came and filled his pipe by the fireplace and  all the dwarves went very quiet when he began to sing an old dwarven song. Soon they all joined in in a chorus, and I could see they were moved deeply by the words.  Their deep voices filled Bag End with   tale of old, and I felt honoured to be able to be there and see this. Things were rather less dignified when the dwarves moved to the dining room. If you never seen a flying sausage, invite a few dwarves for dinner and you will understand what I mean. I was very thankful to the dwarves for helping me recreate this magic moment  at Bag End