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Prancing Pony

Lenwood's Little Problem

Submitted by Ciryawen on August 24th, 2010
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Barliman is a kind soul, for all his fluster. I have a little space in the Pony's hayloft, warm from the horses below and sweet with the scent of this summer's hay. The baby-season is here, and so I will take a few weeks in Bree. A rest from wandering, although not from work. In the dark of winter there is little to do at night to amuse man and wife ... and so, the results appear now, nine months on. A time filled with women and their needs, a joyful time for most, every year I pray it is so.

Strumming Away

Submitted by Gwenbur on June 17th, 2010
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Gwenbur enjoys playing the lute, but ceased playing after Telfaras' demise. She has recently took up playing again, showing that she, indeed, is feeling more at peace.

A Meeting With The Past

Submitted by Rilan on June 15th, 2010
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World seems smaller than I thought or maybe it’s my past chases me everywhere...

I stopped counting the days after I left the house of Kharads’... I know that it must have been more than four months since I came to Bree but I wonder how long passed since the last time I saw someone I know before? Four years? Maybe more…

Merriment of Friends

Submitted by Gwenbur on June 12th, 2010
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Gwenbur and Zelderan dance to lively music being played in The Prancing Pony inn, Bree.

The Escape

Submitted by Eolair on April 28th, 2010
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It had been yet another hard day's work on the farm. Now it was the middle of the night and Eolair lay in bed beside his wife, Mariah, getting some well-earned rest. His two sons lay in a bed closeby, just one and three years old. They would make good farmers when they were older. Eolair turned over, disturbed by some sound, but did not awaken as it was not a sound he associated with his cattle and therefore couldn't be worth waking for.

In the Pony

Submitted by Gwenbur on April 19th, 2010
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Gwenbur rests in the Prancing Pony upon her return from Mirkwood.

A New Look

Submitted by Gwenbur on January 30th, 2010
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Gwenbur in her new attire with a new hairstyle, a new beginning.

Fireside Chatter

Submitted by Gwenbur on January 23rd, 2010
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Gwenbur and Telfaras have a talk beside the fire in the Prancing Pony.

The Arrival

Submitted by Keiya on December 30th, 2009
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The sun had set over yonder, behind darkened clefts and ruin, birds quietened and the breeze fell still, the sound of the stream trickeling over the old way road glimmered under the light of star and moon.

dice and dangerous men

Submitted by Steora on August 24th, 2009
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i got m'coin all stolen in that Pony. All done afore my eyes an' all... so I aint complainin'... done well too, it was. Olver, Wolt and that Rose lass, they cleaned me out proper. Heh. still, Olvar kept buying the ale... so I reckon I drank more coin than i actually lost. An' he bought me a room too. So... in truth, I won! I wager they wished they'd worked on a lass with more coin, though. I suppose I played cos i was bored, interestin' to see what tricks they were using.

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