"I'm sure you will make beautiful music on. . . an instrument." Curufin smiled mischievously. "You seem to have the lips for it. We'll have to play a duet sometime. Oh, and your renowned sweet recipe for. . . um, pastries. My dear customer, I'd take one of either, for one of my fancy hats."

He grinned at the teasing tugging. "Maybe I could tie it on as in tie one on, with a couple more bottles of sweet golden wine? Did you dream about this mission, too? You say it wasn't as intense as an earlier dream? Was that earlier dream a dream of midnight lunacies?"