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***Gilthalion*** · 04-12-2001, 08:02 AM

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Dinner is served!

Tom Ferny was saved from answering at that moment for the little hobbit came back out and cried, "Dinner is ready!"

He poured wine for the lady elf (who was surprised at its quality) and more mead and beer for the rest. Another hobbit brought out a tray bearing many loaves of hot bread, a big wheel of cheese, and fair sized tubs of sweet and salty butter. Yet another hobbit carried a tray piled high with roasted ears of corn and steaming potatoes. Soon, Butterbur himself bustled out carrying a huge platter loaded with meat pies and whole chickens roasted to a turn.

The Beorning growled a little at the fare, and chose for himself from the breads and cheeses and vegetables. This was fortunately plentiful, for the Beorning was a big man with a big appetite, though it was noticed he ate no meat.

The Dwarves made the first noise that had been heard all evening from them, complaining a little that the meal had arrived so late, though regulars like Ferny knew it was served the same time as always.

The conversations fell to silence briefly, as the hungry travelers fell to the tucker.

Tom Ferny grinned a little, noticing the fine etiquette of the elves and the messenger from Gondor (who all insisted on utensils!), especially compared with the Beorning's noisy eating. Ferny was none too polished himself but saw how the Prancing Pony maintained a high reputation amongst all the different folk who visited.

But, as the keen edge of hunger was blunted, the conversations resumed...

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04-12-2001, 08:02 AM	#27
*Gilthalion* Hobbitus Emeritus Join Date: Jan 2001 Location: South Farthing Posts: 635	<font face="Verdana"><table><TR><TD><FONT SIZE="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Hobbitus Emeritus Posts: 296</TD><TD><img src=http://home.att.net/~robertwgardner/lotrmap.gif WIDTH=60 HEIGHT=60></TD></TR></TABLE> Dinner is served! Tom Ferny was saved from answering at that moment for the little hobbit came back out and cried, "Dinner is ready!" He poured wine for the lady elf (who was surprised at its quality) and more mead and beer for the rest. Another hobbit brought out a tray bearing many loaves of hot bread, a big wheel of cheese, and fair sized tubs of sweet and salty butter. Yet another hobbit carried a tray piled high with roasted ears of corn and steaming potatoes. Soon, Butterbur himself bustled out carrying a huge platter loaded with meat pies and whole chickens roasted to a turn. The Beorning growled a little at the fare, and chose for himself from the breads and cheeses and vegetables. This was fortunately plentiful, for the Beorning was a big man with a big appetite, though it was noticed he ate no meat. The Dwarves made the first noise that had been heard all evening from them, complaining a little that the meal had arrived so late, though regulars like Ferny knew it was served the same time as always. The conversations fell to silence briefly, as the hungry travelers fell to the tucker. Tom Ferny grinned a little, noticing the fine etiquette of the elves and the messenger from Gondor (who all insisted on utensils!), especially compared with the Beorning's noisy eating. Ferny was none too polished himself but saw how the Prancing Pony maintained a high reputation amongst all the different folk who visited. But, as the keen edge of hunger was blunted, the conversations resumed... </p> __________________ Please read my fan fiction novel THE HOBBITS. Wanna hear me read Tolkien? Gilthalion's Grand Adventures!