He is thoughtful for a moment, hands lingering over Frodo's forehead, before returning it to his lap. Merry songs he knows, and jubilant ones, but none that can be well sung without drums or flutes, or even harps, and there are none here. Except perhaps that one Man's drums-- the bongo ones, he calls them. But they are likely different drums and not for the songs of Woodelves.

"If we but had proper ale or mead, we might have drinking songs. I have always found those most enjoyable for celebrations."