the arrival of Fret

Iscur Treble knew the time was here.
It was her fate as well as Fret's. The time that had been written in the books long 'fore now.
Iscur heard the ramble in the bramble and bushes. "Oh! Fret has arrived!"She exclaimed in utter joy to herself.
The preparing must be in haste for they had little time to waste.

"Wecome to me 'ome Fret. I have been readying for your arrival."
Fret ascended the great stair well full of awe. He wasn't acustomed to such a strange and wonderous place, as was the interior of the old man willow.

He looked a bit frightened upon looking at the old woman Iscur, for she was the site to be seen indeed.
She was neither human nor elfin, no hobbit certainly! Her eyes were like huge black pools of water, for which she had three. Her head was easily the size of a watermelon and her mouth was equally as wide. Her nose was delicate and straight, which Fret thought to himself, was about one of the only humanly feature she had.
Her hair was an array of colours, as bountiful as a rainbow , and the shine upon your eyes was blinding. It was long as her body, perhaps longer.
Her body was long and slender with long delicate fingers, seven upon each of her four arms, but her legs were short and somewhat stocky, which explain her slow stride as she approached him.

"Do not fear me Fret, for I am from a old world that you do not remember, but as you were told by Kendalf, I am here to help you."
Now please, come in and rest. I have set for you some of the finest pipe-weed grow in the land and a feast is ready for you when you finish."
Fret was a bit relieved and agreed he did need a bit of a rest. The G-chord, which Fret wore around his neck, was resounding with vibrato, which made Iscur tremble with delight.