They're taking the hobbits to Isengard Club!

Three pints for the Elven-kings under the sky
Seven for the Dwarf-lords drunk in their halls of stone
Nine for bored men doomed to have a hangover.
In the land of Mordor where the taverns lie.
One beer to rule them all, one beer to find them, one beer to bring them all and in the bar bind them.
In the land of Mordor, where the drunkards lie.