"You are an ocean wave my love
Crashing at the bow
I am a galley slave my love
If only I could find out the way
To sail you...
Maybe I'll just stow away... "
You know, when listening to Martha, i feel so calm and peaceful. Everyone around her, who hear her sing feels that way. They say she travels all around and from time to time, she drops by Hobbiton, because she just loves the Hobbits as the audience. Although most of her songs are about love and the sea, always so calm and peaceful, there are some times when her fingers dance on the lute; with out tapping feet, the whole inn dances.
Today, after having some drinks, she gave me a backpack. I opened it right away to find a small bottle of sea salt - which is told to protect sailors from going overboard - and a lute. It was rather small, perfect for my hobbit hands, and the wood it was made was fresh.
"It's cherry." She smiled at me. I could see the splinters made tiny wounds on her hands. Had no idea she was a wood worker. It was just so taughtful of her, I jumped and hugged her.
"You always cheer for my songs and tales, maybe it's time you told your own stories?" she calmly asked me.
"I don't know," i hesitated. "I have never been out of the Shire... I don't even know if i can travel alone... Oh, the horrors!"
"Every day is an adventure, Azelia. And every adventure is a tale to be told. Do not hesitate to go out and sing." She pet my head lightly. "Next time I'm around here, i'll be your audience and you'll be the bard." She waved and left.
For the whole night, i read the book i found in the depths of the pack, tried to get the notes right with my lute and gazed at the sea salt.
Every adventure started with the first step. Maybe it was time, i took mine.
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