Leg o' Les the Elf was at home in the ancient Hull Ye Wood and he was bemused. He picked up his old battered box of squeeze and fingered a plaintive air, looking towards his companion, she who is known as The Fragrant One, and trusting that she would join his melody with her tuneful guitar.

"Somethings not quite right her, beloved. What key are you in?"

"You know that I only play in the old Elvish keys. This is in the key of... the key of... G."

"Yes but there's something wrong. I can't understand what's happening. I want to play the right chords but the wrong sounds come out."

"It seems there is an evil influence abroad, my love. Try a tune on your entwhistle"

"Ah that works! Where's my Great Guitar of Bass"

A passing Ent stopped by and from his leafy limbs dropped a small black spider.

"That's lovely" said the spider. "My name's Boris, by the way."