[ There's a song drifting up from somewhere outside - sad and lonely and terribly broken - its like but not to the things Sam would have heard in Rivendell, but nothing in Rivendell ever carried such pain. It speaks of blood on white sands and fire on the water, of madness and loss and grief. If Sam follows it, there's a tall elf with a harp in a corner of the courtyard ]
screw it here have the bard too *pretends he's seelie temporarily or something*