A song by Kester Proudfoot, Falco Proudfoot, Gismund of Dale, and Caranthir of Thranduil’s realm. To the music of a wind-up golden thrush made by the Dwarves of the Lonely Mountain and given to Falco Proudfoot, who prized it greatly. Some say too greatly.
In the skies over Erebor
Over the waters of Long Lake
Fly happy thrushes by the score
And their songs keep us all awake!
Tweetle-tweetle-lee!
Tweetle-tweetle-leek!
Tweetle-tweetle-lee!
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
But one gold thrush with gems all bright,
Ne’er a breeze to lift his wings,
Can only dream of taking flight
And sing his songs on wind-up springs.
Tweetle-tweetle-lee!
Tweetle-tweetle-leek!
Tweetle-tweetle-lee!
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
So when night comes, too dark to see
And even dormouse fears to sneak
Light the candle and turn the key
You’ll hear our squeaking Squeaker squeak!
Tweetle-tweetle-lee!
Tweetle-tweetle-leek!
Tweetle-tweetle-lee!
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
[…] Summer — The Marsh Bell The inquisitive Proudfoot brothers heard a rumor that Dwalin the dwarf needed explorers for a difficult errand and they volunteered themselves and their new friends. They rescued Balin the dwarf from monster-infested swamp ruins. Actual Play report. Kester sings: The Ballad of Squeaker. […]
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