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Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
At the Inn (open) « Thread Started on Feb 11, 2006, 2:06pm »
Merry took a seat at one of the tables in the Prancing Pony. He had been to Bree before however, but still felt as if it was the first time he had come. He ordered an ale and laid back in his chair, putting it on two legs. The chair fell backwards and he crashed into a nearby table, startling the cloaked figure that sat there. "Er...sorry 'bout that..." he said apoligetically as he outstretched his hand to help them up.
Re: At the Inn (open) « Reply #1 on Mar 5, 2006, 3:31pm »
The door to the tavern opened.In walked an elvish beauty with long brownish-red hair."What would you like?" the bartender asked."A cup of ale please."she said as she turned around and surveyed the tavern.She saw people laughing and having a good time and felt lonely inside.