The tension between the two women was quite evident, and Thorgan had no idea of how to keep it from escalating as they were trying to barter for passage through the plains. He did not want to make the Clan leader angry nor did he want to make Allassiel angry either by being extra nice to Ellawynne. Oh the strain of trying to be diplomatic, when the woman you love is next to you. He was thankful when Horn arrived and made his presence known. He chuckled again when the man looked dumbfounded when he saw the hobbits. Those two were going to spark courisoity all over the Eastern Kingdoms.<br/><br/>Horn seemed to be a very handsome and charming man. A Bard that Ellawynne had found. It was quite evident by the way he looked at the Clan Leader he was interested in her, but she did not seem to be in him. Why she would not be intrested seemed a bit strange but that was something that was none of his business. Before Ellawynne had time to select something, Merry and Pippen piped up, "Something of adventure, battles and the like." they both chimed in. "Our grandfathers was said to have been heros in the West and had fought in great battles. But in the Shire we heard nothing of their exploits in song."<br/><br/>"Yes." Thorgan said. "How about how The Farmer came to be and such. I have heard some about him but not a whole lot.<br/><br/>"The Farmer?" Horn looked at Thorgan. "Ah yes." he took his lute and took a seat on a table and began strumming the strings. His song began with The Farmer being a simple man, a farmer when the troubles began. He had been a handsome man, tall and erect as well as strong. He told of an attack on his village and how he lead the men in its defense and drove the undead back. From there it progressed to him rallying other villages to stand together and then moving against the undead and pushing them back, how soon his exploits inspired the soldiers of the kingdoms and they rallied to his call. Not only was he a strong and handsome man, but he seemed to have a great deal of Charisma. The Generals of the kingdom's armies listened to his advise and they all agreed to make him the supreme commander of the armies of the Kingdoms. Even the Kings and Princes of the Kingdoms bowed to his advice and supported him.<br/><br/>It continued on to tell of the defeat of a number of Undead Generals, wrights and wraiths along with vampires that commanded legions. How he fought them and took them down. His ballad recounted many battles and the undying love the people had for him. His song and story telling was marvelous and the two hobbits as well as everyone else was entralled by the tale. Finally he told of the final battle, the sacrafice of so many to penetrate the Citadal of Evil and face the Evil One. Of the great battle that ensued and what finally happened to the Farmer and the Evil One.<br/><br/>At the end of the song, Thorgan looked over at the two hobbits. Their plates were empty and they sat there mesermized. At the last note the applause came and at the same time two clansmen entered the tent on either side of a young man. He was tall and wore the leather armor of Thorgan's kingdom. "Cousin!" he called out with a wide grin.<br/><br/>"Baltor?" Thorgan rose from his chair. Baltor was tall, strong looking, with a mischevious smile on his lips. His hair was jet black and he had a thin beard that ran from his sideburns down across his chin and a thin mustache as well. He approached the head table and his deep blue eyes fell upon Ellawynne and a warm smile appeared on his lips. He bowed low before her. "My lady. I am Baltor a cousin of Thorgan here bearing a message from his father, my uncle." Ellawynne' s eyes widened at the sight of Baltor, he had much of the features of Thorgan. One could not miss the look, and the sudden intake of breath as she gazed upon Baltor.<br/><br/>A smile formed on her lips and she nodded to him. "Then come sit here." she pointed to a seat already taken by someone. That person moved down to allow Baltor to come around t he table and sit next to her.