A precious gift, this,
Yet it has no end or beginning,
And in the middle, nothing.
“No, you have to say it in elvish.” Nimble insisted.
Feris sighed, and in the lyrical tones of those with the pointy ears he again said ‘friend.’
The companions stood looking at the closed door in silence. After a long moment Rathgar grinned. “I always thought that was an old wives tale.”
“Any other bright ideas?”
“I always thought ‘opensesame’ had a nice ring to it.” Allianora offered, and the door swung open.
Rathgar scowled. “Really? Opensesame?”
“No!” Feris grinned. “Ring!”