Tahitoa

It was normal for Tahitoa to feel a bit tired lately. He and the mistress had been working late into the night on music sheets and words for the performance. Tahitoa was  very happy to be back in the Shire ; simple hobbit folk enjoying a simple life, a bit like his own people back in Maur Tulhau. Tahitoa did not understand the people of Bree, tall or short, the Breelanders were a mystery to him, and not one he was in the rush to unveil.

Much had happened since his arrival in the Shire a few weeks earlier. One evening  Tahitoa was approached by a  strange hobbit in a dark corner of The Bird and Baby Inn in Michel Delving.   It was most likely because of the ale he had that night, but he could  just remember the tale this hobbit had shared with him  in whispers.

Tahitoa the hunter spent many weeks on the road, passing through a region they called the Trollshaw, with a rather noisy and rude caravan of dwarves heading west.  As they were coming out of the foothills, they passed  some elves camps and the dwarves became even more outspoken in their strange language, using words that Tahi did not know, and was to scared to ask about, though he was quite sure such words were directed to the elves.