The letter

As the storm clouds came into veiw so did the mail man. As the dwarf came closer and closer I started to walk from camp hoping to catch him before he got to the camp. When we came to one another I asked if there was any mail for me. As he handed me the letter I saw that it was adressed to my fake name.

Dear Mr. Dairylane

I was wondering if (when you come by ofcourse) whether
you would like to get a drink at The Flying Dragon of Dale.

Yours Sincerely
Gandalf

At this splended suprise I decided to hurry the dwarves on their packing and pushed them to ride faster to Dale. So as we rode I decided that I would sing a song.

As the road sweeps me on my way
I feel that this is a free day

For the man in the Moon
And the Lady in the Sun
Give me such a good run

So let us laugh and cheer
While we drink our beer
So we sing until morning
Where life is never boring

At this youve probably guessed my name
Yes! its Bilbo Baggins and will stay the same
Until the end of my days
Where I will fade away

When I was done I fell silent and let the sound of my words reveal my name. Where I felt that my name would bring a freind pain.