If you value your ears, never idle in the Caras Inn . . .
Minstrel starts to play his lute and sing in Sindarin:
O stars that in the Sunless Year
With the shining hand by her were sown,
In windy fields now bright and clear
We see your silver blossom blown!
Suddenly you have a massive headache.
Minstrel plays an interlude on his silver lute and sings in Sindarin:
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees,
Thy starlight on the Western Seas.
Minstrel finishes his song with a flourish.
Your headache clears up.