Whimsies by Grundy

Waggle

“It was really quite terrible of you,” Bilbo said as reproachfully as he could manage after his host had fed him so excellent a dinner.

“Ah, but it was amusing,” Gildor replied merrily. “And I dare say you sang a verse or two under your breath by times before you reached the Mountain!”

“I must say I had never noted any of the Khazad with beards that waggled,” Finrod said to his son.

“That’s because you only knew respectable ones!” Gildor snorted. “Thorin and company were a sight less reputable when they first arrived in the valley – and less cordial.”