Durin's Rock N Boot - Yuletide Pub

And of old it was not darksome, but full of light and splendour, as is still remembered in our songs.
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Welcome to Durin's Rock N Boot - Yuletide Pub
Set in a comfortable hall deep within the mountain, this is the most famous pub in the land. There is no day or night where it isn't packed with rowdy and merry dwarves. :googly: So come in and grab a mug of ale - the selection is vast from home-grown to imported- or sing a song kick some axe or just have some plain good old fun. And remember, Tuesdays is always two for one and "once all the mugs have been smashed, the only other option is to drink out of one's boot."

Set aside from the tables is a special pit where folk can fight and settle disputes. THE FIGHTING PIT. It's considered common courtesy to take disagreements there rather than damaging the rest of the establishment. Also set aside is one large table for DRINKING CONTESTS. If you're a particularly stubborn dwarf who doesn't like the presence of foreigners, either of these areas would be your opportunity to challenge the outsiders to show who belongs where. If you choose to engage in a drinking contest, a special judge will be around to regulate the competition.
And for those who like a Singalong/Karaoke ,the stage is set . The music is provided by The Axe Men, a group of Dwarven musicians who keep their instruments finely tuned - day and night - and never seem to wear out the beat.
Enjoy!


*Flats and Silent Nog greet you at the door with a 'Greetings' from Flats and a 'nod' from Nog. Grinning like the happy two they are, they usher you inside and the first thing that you hear is, "Deck The Halls With Goblin Balls." Soon, you discover why. The tavern has been transformed into a literal Yuletide Log. Logs everywhere. Logs for chairs and tables: log lanterns hanging from the ceiling, log plates, log mugs, and even log silverware. And even though the dwarves do not celebrate the season as other races do, they enjoy a good party and never miss an opportunity to have a pint or two (or three or four..).
You nod your greeting and begin to investigate the tavern. Even with the many Yule Log lanterns hanging from the ceiling, it is a dimly lit affair. There are log tables and chairs, a log bar, a log stage, several log pool tables, and a log dartboard. Various Dwarves are scattered about the bar, doing what they do best (arguing and drinking). Alf and Duff are off doing Durin knows what; Drifa is by the bar smelling pipe-weed; some other Dwarves are at a small log table, going over plans to enter a new shaft; a Dwarf is onstage singing a merry Yuletide song. You enter the establishment. *

** DISCLAIMER: please be careful when smoking in this tavern; logs are dry and highly flammable. Please smoke with caution. **


You Enter The Establishment: adapted from the only cowgirl-booted Dwarf, Mithy (Mithriltears): KD Pubs

Drink Menu:
Durin's Stout - a dark, bitter beer served tonight by a few stout, bitter dwarves who never got named Durin.
King's Claret - a.k.a. Dorwinion Wine imported from down south. It makes you sleepy, don't you know?
Rohan Red - strong ale, made to make you snicker like a horse when consuming too many.
Seven Heaven - tales from Minas Tirith have it that this wine makes one feel like when, upon reaching the seventh level of the city, one feels they have reached heaven (although the climb and the change in oxygen levels may have something to do with this.)
The Pass It Round - a.k.a. Miruvor the cordial of Imladris. Just a mouthful -for it is very precious- if you drink more, you will spend the rest of the night, exclaiming; "Pass it round!" subsequently never having more than the first few sips of the cordial
Bilbo's Shire Ale - in honour of the great halfling. Polite to the tongue yet fulfilling for any Dwarf's drinking requirements, this one will get you talking.
Mount Doom Booze- if you want a rush, this is your spirit of choice. Bubbling with blue mist, it will send you into a spin. Your brain will scream. You'll burp out cold blue flames; if they don't come out that way, they'll come out the other end.
Ra-Hoom-Rah Tea - a potent Ent draught that curls the hair on your head and toes!

Some Old Favorites:
Telperion Mist - An old favorite of the dwarves . Drink at your own risk!
The Pippy - A way to get drunk twice as fast and with an extra kick. Beware of boots. Big boots.
Orc Bite - Created to give dwarves the courage to face a horde of orcs wearing nothing but towels and armed with nothing but feathers.
The Locust Lake Drink - This ale's history is mainly clouded, but a counsel of ale experts deemed it too strong to be safe...
Long Mordor Ice Tea - The favourite drink of the Orcs is always drunk after battle victories. It cools the throat and quenches thirst. Its slightly minty flavour gives even the most filthy Orcs minty freshness. It was served with a delicate Shire olive and an Oggled Khazad leaf.
Lorien Breezer - A light-coloured drink, this is a heavily fortified cocktail sure to entice the palate of men and women alike. This drink is made from the freshest herbs, spices, and several ounces of whiskey and will set your soul on fire.
Sandbrow Ale - An ale with a caffeine kick due to a little Mahal Espresso. Best served with limes, this sweet ale inspires singing and turns hair a bright, stunning blue for about fifteen minutes.

Food:
This is up to your imagination. Meat, bread, pie, potatoes, vegetables, eggs, cheese, or any combination thereof, and anything else you might fancy. Simply approach one of the tavern staff (Flats, Alf, Silent Nog or Duff) and order whatever you're hungry for.
Smoking Chamber:
For those that fancy pipe smoking, join others in the special Smoking Chamber and experiment or show off some of your techniques and creations.

Guidelines:
1. The pub is open to all races, whether Dwarf, elf, hobbit, goblin, man, or anything else.

2. If you want to order a drink or food, just call your order to Flats and Silent Nog or Alf and Duff. (Feel free to god mode these four tavern staff) .

3. If you want to fight, take it to the pit. And if you do want to challenge someone to a drinking contest, bring it to the competition table! Label the top of your post and who you are challenging if you are in one of these two areas. Don't god mode!

4. Be creative with the drinks! Each drink has a mild and curious effect. Interpret the descriptions of the drinks however you please and react to the drinks' effects accordingly. RPing the effects is not required, but if you choose to drink the Mount Doom Booze, there are no ifs or buts; you must RP the blue flame effect!

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Singalong/Karaoke Rules:
This is the place to come to submit ME adaptations of songs. Make sure you provide the original song and artist. Thanks!

OP adapted from Dwimmerlaik's Durin's Boot Thread.
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Three Raccoons

After a bit of needless violence in Mordor the brothers decided to head for Moria and the pub they had heard had opened up there. It didn't take them terribly long to infiltrate the Dwarven strong hold, after all they were quite skilled bandits.

They made it into the pub which really felt quite a bit like home being that it was mostly wood in this pub which seemed to be strange for the dwarven architecture. Reginald went to take part in karaoke though he wasn't entirely sure anyone here would understand him not that he cared he was a magnificent beast and his voice was gold. Not that Bob or Hob could appreciate his talents.

Bob hopped right up on the bar counter and chirped and chattered at the nearest dwarf until they finally came to pay attention to them though he did have to avoid a few swipes where the bartender seemed to think he should not be on the counter before he finally pointed to the menu his clawed little hand landing on the Pippy as he stared at the seemingly miffed bartender. Honestly what did one think was going to happen when you made a place look like a cedar forest?

Hob for his part scuttled away and hid in amidst the logs that were everywhere watching the on goings closely plotting and rubbing his little clawed hands together while he waited

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Drifa put the pouch of pipeweed down on the bar and watched the three raccoons @Fuin Elda enter the pub. She was not surprised by this. All kinds of creatures entered the Mountain for shelter at this time of year. It was, after all, a tremendously large Mountain with many caves and caverns. Usually, the critters were too shy to frequent the living quarters of the dwarves, but some did. She recalled a letter she had received from her sister kimli (Mahal rest her lovely soul) many years ago, recounting a winter when a buck and a doe found their way into the Mountain a by Spring a substantial warren of rabbits had taken over the dwarves living quarters and other parts of the Mountain. They got them out eventually, but it had been a hopping chaos for a time

Raccoons were interesting. They are very clever and dexterous creatures. They were also notorious thieves and mischief-makers. Drifa would have to let the staff know of their presence and have them get out the pooper scoopers. They were animals, after all.

She watched as one jumped up on the bar (not a thing she could abide having some critters ass on the clean bar top near her) and the confusion on the barkeep's face as he shooed the raccoon away. Of the other two, one had hidden himself, and the other was at the karaoke stage. Maybe it could sing? She wondered if it could dance. She grinned at this notion as she looked at the pub door, hoping some two-legged patron would come in and join the fun.
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Silvereye, a Dwarf

Silvereye slammed the door open enthusiastically. This was a great time of year for her: as a toy maker, around Yule she was greatly in demand to make intricate trinkets and clever toys, and for once she had not (yet) gambled away all her winnings. Time to spend it on drink.

She strode briskly past Flats and Nog, nodding in return, although Silvereye’s bushy eyebrows practically shot into her equally bushy hair (a lot of time spent soldering will really crisp up your hairs) as she heard the song. Decorating with goblin balls!? That was a terrible idea. Not at all Silvereye’s idea of aesthetic, and as an artisan, she knew what was aesthetic.

She rolled up to the log bar. “Ale!” she roared. “Start us off with a Durin Stout!”
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Three raccoons, Two dwarves and a Balrog in a Mithril mine...

Bob chattered rather angrily as a bartender attempted to chase him off of the counter. It did not work. Instead Bob grabbed a hold of a piece of paper that he hoped was a menu and pointed at it, Bob was not literate so he could have been pointing to a colouring sheet for all he knew. However he got very very upset when a dwarf came in and ordered a drink after him and the bar tender seemed to be more willing to get her a drink than him.

What was he chopped liver? He probably didn't actually want the answer to that question and sidled up to the roaring she-dwarf and waited for them to get their ale, perhaps if he tried to steal it the bartender would get the message. He'd even found some shiny things that he was certain would be worth a drink or two on his way in. The brothers MAY have stolen several gold coins from the dwarven treasury before making their way here though they had not been seen doing that fortunately. So as far as the brothers were concerned their money should be good in these parts.


Reginald for his part scrambled up on stage and pawed at the musicians until he finally got their attention enough that they shooed him away from them, and right into the spot light. He turned chittered at them a bit and waited until they started playing the next song. He then stood up balancing on his back two legs his front paws crossed in front of him and started to 'sing'.

Singing might be an overstatement considering as far as anyone aside from Hob and Bob listening would only hear raccoon chittering and chirping and growling. However his song went like so:

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
Twelve Orcs orcing
Eleven Elves elfing
Ten horses a-leaping
Nine men wraithing
Eight walkers walking
Seven dwarves a-swingin'
Six goblins gobblin
Five GOLDEN ALES (FOR BOB MY BROTHER)
Four hobbits walking
Three eagles flying
Two towers risin'
And a balrog in a Mirthril Mine


It was probably for the best that nobody could understand him. The whole balrog in a Mirthril mine was probably horribly off colour considering everything.

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Drifa had been observing the 'roaring Silvereye ' female dwarf, wondering if she had a more feminine side to her when the chittering, chirping and growling began on the Karaoke stage. Turning her attention that away, she saw one of the raccoons standing on the stage (like a small bandit) crooning out what she assumed was a raccoon tune, although, by the sounds of it, it seemed more like the cry of a critter with its paw caught in a trap. She was surprised that the hired help (Flats, Nob, Alf and Duff) had not been able to rid the pub of these three raconteurs. They were going to cause some mischief; sooner or later, she was sure of it. And, once the ale started flowing more freely, a dirty mess would spread all over the floor if the help didn't keep the scooping up.

'Bah!' Stop it, old girl!' she quietly scolded herself. She was here to enjoy herself, to get away from those everyday thoughts (mainly cleaning) that usually occupied her mind. Twas the season to be jolly. Wasn't it? Turning back to the bar, she slammed her fist on it and followed the bushy-haired dwarf's lead, demanding more ale. It felt good! She grins as the tension suddenly releases her neck and shoulders from its tight grip.
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For one reason or another the young Gondorian still found himself roaming the lands (well, the mountain) of Dwarves, as he always found some thing or other to explore. Presently he stepped into the pub, careful not to bang his head as he got through the doorway.

Stepping aside so that he would be out of the way and no newcomers would run him over, he let his eyes become adjusted to the new environment. It would be somewhat silly to go right forward without knowing what was where and find himself right in the middle of establishment.

Hearing some noises, he looked to see a raccoon on the stage - was it a performance of sorts? Or had the animal escaped from someone that was chasing it and now was taking some rest? Having watched for a while, Cadil eventually decided to see if he could get anything to drink, and maybe eat.

However, he was rather startled by the yelling of the Dwarven ladies, so he halted half-way to the bar, thinking whether he could be loud enough to make an order. All in all it seemed like shouting was a way to do it here.
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What a day it had been! Tharbek was exhausted and he could use some down time. Where was the best place to go for that? Well Durin’s Rock N Boot seemed like the perfect place to throw back a few pints, well more than a few pints if he was being honest with himself. He approached the pub, massaging his lower back (he really had been working hard the last few days) and grinned from ear to ear. “Well bless my black beard!” he cried. “A yule theme?” What could be better? The grizzled dwarf sauntered in and was immediately overwhelmed with all the familiar sight, smells, and sounds of a pub. His husband would be cross that Tharbeck hadn’t come straight home so they could go together, but he was sure his partner would amble in on his own in no time. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. He had been away for so many Yule celebrations, he’d missed so much happiness and camaraderie. Work had kept him away from his family and friends long enough! He opened his eyes and took in all the sights. There was a nice crowd here too! A few dwarves, a human (this was gonna need some exploring), and… were those raccoons? Tharbeck scratched his thick black beard, shrugged, and laughed. Why not? Everyone needed some cheer right now and he would be damned if he was gonna stop a little trash panda or three from having some fun tonight! He was absolutely not going to sing. Nope, not at all. Not a single song. Well, not a whole album but maybe a song, later though. After a few dozen drinks who could say? He was inclined to believe he might be able to belt out a tune or two, maybe three. He’d have to wait til his husband arrived thought, what good was drunk singing if you couldn’t embarrass someone while you did it?

“God Jul everyone!” he announced with a boisterous baritone voice. “Let’s start off with a round of Mount Doom Booze for everyone! On me! Includin' the raccoons!” He beamed a wide, toothy grin.
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Silvereye
There was a series of glugging noises and then a contented sigh as Silvereye finished quaffing her first stout. These new lidded mugs were excellent for proper quaffing. They meant you could wave your beer around and slam your stern down enthusiastically and bang it on the bar in time to the music without actually losing too much drink.

That being said, the music here lacked a certain something: although the band were undeniably brash and jolly, they were accompanied by a most frightful squeaking, shrieking sound. Silvereye rubbed both her eyes - both the good one and the glazed one - as she examined what appeared to be three, fuzzier-than-usual, extremely ugly Dwarf children cavorting on the stage, wearing cloaks with ornamental tails and black bandit masks. How peculiar! This definitely required another drink.

Happily, another black bearded fellow had appeared near her at the bar and was calling for Mount Doom Booze. Hurrah! Wait, what was that he was saying? Those Dwarf children were RACCOONS??
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Three Raccoons

Reginald the Third was finishing up his song which he thought had gone most excellently and he was rewarded with a lovely pint of ale, he chattered happily to the tall hairless creatures around him completely unaware that most of them were confused at him being there and singing. He sat at the edge of the little stage thing his feet hanging off as he sipped the dark brew happily planning his next crooning song for the enjoyment of the patrons of this most fantastic establishment.

Hob for his part was shocked at the dwarf offering him a mug, after all he was in a nice hole in the bole of a cedar tree and there was not really enough room for a mug there and so he had to crawl out and take the mug. He sat looking at the pub while he happily lapped at the Mount Doom Booze. The more he drank the more he enjoyed it as it muddied his mind and he laid back against the wall scratching his softly little belly appreciating the fantastic buzz that was going about in his head.

Bob had been very sad at first as it seemed he was not going to get an ale at all not being able to talk to these pesky dwarven bar tenders and had sat back on his little but dejected and sad looking at his little gold coin just about to start crying as only a sad alcohol-less raccoon could cry when a mug was placed before him. He blinked looked at it and the bartender since the Silver haired dwarf that had come in shortly after the brothers had had ignored him and then chattered happily looking around and spotted who he assumed had ordered the drink a black haired dwarf. Bob did his best to heft the heavy pint up in his front paws and walked his way along the bars counter top to raise a raccoonish toast to the dwarf (Tharbek) and see if he'd keep the ale coming.

Bob raised his mug as high as he could in the dwarfs directions and said in his loudest raccoon voice "May your fur always be fluffy, food be tasty and the wolves away from your door." A most honorable toast from a raccoon. To which his other brothers raised their own partially emptied mugs and chattered their agreement to their brothers toast. And then drank, making it very obvious their intention with the chattering even if the dwarves and humans couldn't understand their words.

Downing the drink Bob then pulled pulled out a few gold coins that he'd managed to grab and put them on the table before Tharbek and chattered pointing at his mug trying to get the dwarf to keep the alcohol flowing into his mug for at least a little while.

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Tharbek

Tharbek was pleased with himself. He’d only just walked into the bar and already he seemed to be the most popular person there. Granted, giving everyone a round of booze in a pub is the easiest way to make friends. Still, he was very pleased with himself. Drinks passed around and his own stein of sinister blue liquid sitting in front of him, Tharbek took a moment to listen to the raccoon. It looked like it was trying to give a toast, maybe? Either he had already drank too much or he was going to need a lot more booze tonight, he wasn’t sure which. When the creature ended the toast, or had simply stopped squeaking and chittering, Tharbek raised his mug in solidarity and drank a long deep draft. The alcohol burned all the way down like a fine rotgut. He belched, unable to stop himself in time and true to the description of the beverage, a gout of blue flame spurted from his mouth. At first the dwarf was a little too stunned to react, then, upon a moment’s reflection, bursting into a fit of laughter. “Well that was something! What’d they put in that stuff anyway? Dragonfruit? I hear such a thing exists.”

He looked down at the table and saw the gold coins and the pleading eyes of the raccoon. He smiled deviously and gave the bandit eyed creature an exaggerated wink. “I think I know you need. Keep your coin though, I’m sure a trio of raccoons making their way in the world needs all the help they can get.” He paused and took another draught of his booze. Was he really talking to a raccoon? Was he really not taking the raccoon’s money? “there more’n heav’n ‘n’ earth than exist’n my philosophy,” he mused a bit drunkenly. “Cheers to you, you little tyke. May all your capers succeed and may your creditors never find you.” He finished off his booze, burped another blue flame (to which he still giggled), then peered very seriously at the raccoons. “Not that I’m gonna be able to understand you, but what are you even doing down here anyway? Are you on a secret mission?” He considered the raccoons a moment longer, shrugged, and laughed.

“Another round? I think some King’s Claret will do us all very fine, maybe followed by some shots? You and your brothers ever had shots before? Oh you’re gonna love them!”
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Silvereye’s eyes bulged - both the silvered over eye and the steady grey one - at the sight of the raccoon counting out coins. GOLD coins, no less. It was not a surprise that a wild animal had little concept of the exchange rate, she supposed, but how under Arda had the critter obtained all the gold?! It wasn’t even raw nuggets (raccoons were famous for washing things, so it was plausible that they had been panning). They were outright coins. Silvereye could only suppose they had filched them from somewhere - that or raccoon society had advanced further than she could have thought whilst she had been on her latest spree (work or drink, it barely seemed to matter).

And indeed, it didn’t matter now - not when King’s Claret was on the table. “Hurrah,” she cheered to nobody in particular as she accepted the next stein.
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Hob for his part let out a loud and very very flame-ish burp from where he was that caught a cedar twig on fire which he very promptly slapped out his little eyes a bit wide at the fact he'd caught something on fire with his breath. Were they part dragon? He was confused he'd never burped flames before and he looked at the mug and then at the dwarf that had provided. He was going to blame the dwarf if he accidentally caught the place on fire however the second stein of alcohol seemed to be different it smelled different. Hopefully it would not make him burp some other colour of fire. He tucked in.

Bob was worried at first when the dwarf seemed to be refusing his coins. He looked at them were they not good coins? He was horribly confused however the dwarf kept talking asking what they were doing there and Bob blinked understanding the dwarf easily enough "We're here because thee mines were nice and warm in the winter and dwarves ate fantastic food. The Salted Pork was particularly good." He chittered happily to the dwarf after all he could understand the dwarf and the dwarf was clearly talking to him so figured the dwarf could possibly understand a little raccoon? why else would he talk to a raccoon? Most people just screamed at them and chased them with brooms or sticks. Sometimes dogs. Bob looked over at Hob that was missing part of his tail from a dog biting it off in the Shire. He took another drink of his Mount Doom Booze and answered Tharbeks burp with his own with a proud little smile. It was much smaller than the dwarves but was still quite impressive for a little raccoon. He was almost finished with the Mount Doom Booze when the dwarf suggested another round. Bob nodded his head appreciatively and then blinked.

He'd never heard of shots. "Shots? Are those like the things the men shoot at us?" He was a little suspicious however he didn't see any bows or arrows here and so far this dwarf seemed rather nice so he doubted he was actually threatening them. He kept on coin out and pushed it towards the bar keeper figuring it would get them drinks faster possibly?

Reginald for his part had decided to do a fire breath demonstration with the Mount Doom Booze, he got up on the stage and started to burp, a few little ones with sips of the drink and then he chugged a bunch and stood for a moment waiting for the build up and let out a massive furp. The Burp projected fantastically. A good two and a half foot long stream of fire. The problem came with the fart that accompanied it. It was not nearly as massive but he did have a fluffy tail and it was now quite singed. Reginald let out a little shriek and scooted around on his butt to put the flames out before looking at his tail rather sadly.

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An ale ! AN Ale ! After all, an ale is the cure for everything. It was said that an ale can satisfy everything and solve all problems.
The Ananrchic dwarf was too old and he really needed something to solve his own bad dreams...................awful nightmares of past years.
Walking around the tables and looking for friends, he decided for the moment to sit down the most old one and ordering for a Bilbo's Shire Ale. Yes, for sure. He remembered that such beer from the past. It was famous for cleaning souls and deleting bad thoughts from souls and brains.

Borromino waited for the waiter, just starting to fix people arond him in the pub. Something was changing in the air.

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Afird Splitax

He smelt ale as soon as his senses stopped reeling from the molecular change in his body and the edgy vibration from the travel. Then, he heard familiar sounds and scents all around him. Rough Dwarven voices were singing; fists were smacking on flesh, and the sweet smell of pipeweed. He was in a dwarven pub, but a pub from the past. A grin widened on his face, making his eyes twinkle. Now, this is something he could live with. But he would have to warn the hobbits. He suddenly remembered the brave ones and, turning quickly, spotted them huddled behind him.

"Oh, dear hobbits! He said as he walked towards them with his arms outstretched in readiness for a group hug.
" We have all been transported through time, well, except for "Elanor Starsley @Lady of Shadow . I do hope she finds the shed and the gateway." He thought to himself. "If the gateway is still there."
"We are free from the Mewlips for now. But, I must warn you. There are other dangers. It can be just as scary in a dwarven pub. Please be mindful of singing, brawling, dwarves. If you are dragged up onto the dance floor, stay calm. If you are asked to sing, please do so. A refusal to sing in a dwarven pub insults a dwarf. Especially at Yuletide!" Afird nodded his head to signify the seriousness of it and continued speaking.
"If you find yourself arguing about how long dwarf beards can grow over winter, excuse yourself swiftly (a trip to the privy is always a good reason), then run and hide for a bit, or you will be dragged off to the Fighting Pit. The smoking chamber is a safe place to hide. But mind, you have a handkerchief to cover your nose, for the smoke can get quite heavy there."
Finally stopping to catch his breath, he grinned at the hobbits and said. "First drinks are on me!"


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Your seven letters are whited out between the two asteriks. Please highlight them to discover what they are.

Elanor Starsley/Lady of Shadow
*V I A G F F O*
Tarquinius Fieldhopper/ Lorenzo Pee
*BLANK L E B K L N*
Fuchsia Meadowsweet /Pele Alarion
*T V Z C A D Q*
Rilla Banks/Lail
*E E T O B T L*


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Elanor Starsley/Lady of Shadow - 11+11= 22 pts
Tarquinius Fieldhopper/ Akhenanat - 26+13+10+11= 60 pts
Fuchsia Meadowsweet /Pele Alarion- 30+32+10 = 72 pts
Rilla Banks/Lai - 27+28+20= 75 pts


Fuchsia Meadowsweet/@Pele Alarion, you have 48 hours (but will accept some delay due to RL) to make your play. Good luck!

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Fuchsia Meadowsweet

"Wait! Waaaaaa..." Fuchsia's call stretched out seemingly without end as the shed all but swallowed her up and completely dazed her. She was still reeling from the strange experience, and fell into Afird's arms when he came towards the rest of them with welcoming words.

"Water, can I have some water?" she breathed, still clutching her spade - she just couldn't let go of such a fine gardening tool no matter what happened to her.

When the dizziness seemed to subside and her eyes could focus and were adjusting to the new place, Fuchsia began to look around slowly. "This... this is not Shire?"

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CLAD = (3x3 (TL)) + 1 + 1 + 2 = 13 + 5 (MEB) = 18

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Holding Fuchsia Meadowsweet in his arms was a lovely treat after all the shenanigans in Scary. He felt like his old masculine self, not some terrified dwarf maiden. But the hobbit lass was asking for water, and Afird had to find her some. He was a gentleman dwarf, after all. And so, letting her go, he said.
"Now, now, Fuchsia. Calm down, lass. I will fetch you a cold glass of water, and we shall find a table where we can all sit down and talk things over. You can bring your spade with you." He smiled at the hobbit, bowed, and quickly reached the bar, hoping that none of the other hobbits fretted over their new situation and drew unwanted attention. He whispered Elanor Starsley's @Lady of Shadow name, regretful that she had not been at the shed in time.
He then secured a quill and ink from the barkeep and jotted down some points (which he had stated early but was sure the hobbits had forgotten) that he hoped the hobbits would pay attention to.

1. Please be mindful of singing, and brawling dwarves.
2. Stay calm if you are dragged onto the dance floor.
3. If you are asked to sing, please do so. A refusal to sing in a dwarven pub insults a dwarf.
4. If you get caught arguing about how long dwarf beards can grow over winter, and one or more dwarves join the discussion, excuse yourself swiftly (a trip to the privy is always a good reason), then run and hide for a bit, or you will be dragged off to the Fighting Pit.
5. The smoking chamber is a safe place to hide. But mind, you have a handkerchief to cover your nose, for the smoke can get quite heavy there.



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Elanor Starsley/Lady of Shadow
*V I A G F F O*
Tarquinius Fieldhopper/ Lorenzo Pee
*BLANK L E B K L N*
Fuchsia Meadowsweet /Pele Alarion
*T V Z Q W R D*
Rilla Banks/Lail
*E E T O B T L*


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Elanor Starsley/Lady of Shadow - 11+11= 22 pts
Tarquinius Fieldhopper/ Akhenanat - 26+13+10+11= 60 pts
Fuchsia Meadowsweet /Pele Alarion- 30+32+10+18 = 90 pts
Rilla Banks/Lail - 27+28+20= 75 pts


Rilla Banks/@Lail, you have 48 hours (but will accept some delay due to RL) to make your play. Good luck!

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Afird started up from writing the warning list for the Hobbits and discovered that almost a week had passed. Was this the effect of the time travel? He wasn't sure, but things did feel strange. Rilla Banks had not peeped since they relocated from Scary to the Khazad-dûm pub. He hoped the travel had not scrambled her up too much (or the knock on the head on the shed door). Putting down the quill, he returned to the Hobbits with the list, a glass of water and plans to find them a table.

1. Please be mindful of singing and brawling dwarves.
2. Stay calm if you are dragged onto the dance floor.
3. If you are asked to sing, please do so. A refusal to sing in a dwarven pub insults a dwarf.
4. If you get caught arguing about how long dwarf beards can grow over winter, and one or more dwarves join the discussion, excuse yourself swiftly (a trip to the privy is always a good reason), then run and hide for a bit, or you will be dragged off to the Fighting Pit.
5. The smoking chamber is a safe place to hide. But mind, you have a handkerchief to cover your nose, for the smoke can get quite heavy there.



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Your seven letters are whited out between the two asteriks. Please highlight them to discover what they are.

Elanor Starsley/Lady of Shadow
*V I A G F F O*
Tarquinius Fieldhopper/ Lorenzo Pee
*BLANK L E B K L N*
Fuchsia Meadowsweet /Pele Alarion
*T V Z Q W R D*
Rilla Banks/Lail
*E E T O B T L*


SCOREBOARD
Elanor Starsley/Lady of Shadow - 11+11= 22 pts
Tarquinius Fieldhopper/ Akhenanat - 26+13+10+11= 60 pts
Fuchsia Meadowsweet /Pele Alarion- 30+32+10+18 = 90 pts
Rilla Banks/Lail - 27+28+20= 75 pts


Elanor Starsley/@Lady of Shadow, you have 48 hours (but will accept some delay due to RL) to make your play. Good luck!

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Rilla Banks

Rilla crept into the shed behind the fine gentlehobbit and the delightful dwarf, eager to lure the lost kitty to her so she could claim the pride and honor of having found little lost Meowlips. Despite her dampened spirits, she could see it now: crowned with pink lilies and orange honeysuckle, she'd be the hero of Hobbiton, the best of Bywater, and the talk of Tuckborough in all her glory. And with Meowlips purring away her arms. What a happy picture!

Lightning flashed and static sizzled, a very strange kind of storm, but luckily, it was dry inside the dark and dreary shed and further in was a cozy, well-lit tavern. Wafting pipeweed and roaring songs welcomed Rilla in.

A delighted smile brightened Rilla's face and she immediately made for the bar to order a drink, but Afird's hearty embrace held her in place, forcing her to hear his words of warning.

"Scary in a pub?" Rilla scoffed and tossed the broken milk jug aside. "Not for Sasparilla Clementine Brandybuck-Banks! A hobbit's never been scared of a pub before, and never will be!" She stuck out her chin proudly, auburn curls flouncing on her shoulders. Halfway through her drink courtesy of Afird, she lit her pipe and offered some pipeweed to the others. "Anyone else up for a smoke?"

LOB horizontally also forming BRAISE vertically on RAISE
lob = (1+1+3) = 5
x 3 [TW] = 15
braise = 3+1+1+1+1+1 = 8
total = 15 + 8 = 23

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"Well, now this was more like it," Afird thought to himself. He placed the mug of water in Fuchsia Meadowsweet's hand, smiling at her and patting her shoulder, exclaiming. "Nothing to be too concerned about, dear Hobbit, you see! Rilla has the right attitude. We are away from those nasty Mewlips. It's time to dance, sing, and enjoy ourselves while we can.'' He grinned and stroked his beard, looking around the Pub. " Aye, best to do it before another travel gate opens and sucks us all away." Turning to the auburn curled hobbit, he drew out his pipe from his tunic pocket (it is always wise to keep a pipe or two close at hand) and said.
"I'll have a bowl of your fine pipeweed, lass! Thank you indeed! Tarquinius, do you have a pipe? What about a pint of beer?

Afird then folded up the sheet of warnings and tucked it in his pocket.

*1. Please be mindful of singing and brawling dwarves.
2. Stay calm if you are dragged onto the dance floor.
3. If you are asked to sing, please do so. A refusal to sing in a dwarven pub insults a dwarf.
4. If you get caught arguing about how long dwarf beards can grow over winter, and one or more dwarves join the discussion, excuse yourself swiftly (a trip to the privy is always a good reason), then run and hide for a bit, or you will be dragged off to the Fighting Pit.
5. The smoking chamber is a safe place to hide. But mind, you have a handkerchief to cover your nose, for the smoke can get quite heavy there.

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Elanor Starsley/Lady of Shadow
*V I A G F F O*
Tarquinius Fieldhopper/ Lorenzo Pee
*BLANK L E B K L N*
Fuchsia Meadowsweet /Pele Alarion
*T V Z Q W R D*
Rilla Banks/Lail
*E E T T T I M*



SCOREBOARD
Elanor Starsley/Lady of Shadow - 11+11= 22 pts
Tarquinius Fieldhopper/ Akhenanat - 26+13+10+11= 60 pts
Fuchsia Meadowsweet /Pele Alarion- 30+32+10+18 = 90 pts
Rilla Banks/Lail - 27+28+20=23= 98 pts


Elanor Starsley/@Lady of Shadow, you have 48 hours (but will accept some delay due to RL) to make your play. Good luck!

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Elanor Starsley *@Lady of Shadow had not made it to the shed. Or, she had made it halfway there and decided she did not want to go down the hill in the dark to where Mewlips might be hiding. Or, maybe she was braver than all of them and had arrived at the shed, done away with a Mewlip or two, but discovered the bright light and the travel gate were gone. But how would she have known that there had been a bright light and a travel gate? Afird tried to be optimistic. He was, after all, in a dwarven pub, Durin's Rock N Boot, in the heart of Khazad-dûm, the best pub in the land (according to the OP). All he could hope for was that Elanor Starsley was safe. He picked up his mug of ale and silently saluted her, then threw the contents down his throat.

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Your seven letters are whited out between the two asteriks. Please highlight them to discover what they are.

Elanor Starsley/Lady of Shadow
*V I A G F F O*
Tarquinius Fieldhopper/ Lorenzo Pee
*BLANK L E B K L N*
Fuchsia Meadowsweet /Pele Alarion
*T V Z Q W R D*
Rilla Banks/Lail
*E E T T T I M*



SCOREBOARD
Elanor Starsley/Lady of Shadow - 11+11= 22 pts
Tarquinius Fieldhopper/ Akhenanat - 26+13+10+11= 60 pts
Fuchsia Meadowsweet /Pele Alarion- 30+32+10+18 = 90 pts
Rilla Banks/Lail - 27+28+20=23= 98 pts


Fuchsia Meadowsweet/@Pele Alarion, you have 48 hours (but will accept some delay due to RL) to make your play. Good luck!

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Fuchsia Meadowsweet

Fuchsia felt quite comforted and protected in Afird's strong arms, and it only took a combination of only a few moments of sensing that strength and hearing the kind words to return the former courage to her. Safely out of the way of any dancing Dwarves, at the table, she carefully took in the new environment with wide eyes, and tried to make any sense of all the various new scents and sounds.

"Ah, thank you so much!" she exclaimed and gently accepted the water Afird her brought her, taking a sip of it right away.

It seemed to her that Rilla felt quite at home here, and she half expected the other Hobbit to join in some boisterous singing and dancing should an opportunity present itself.

She read over the rules Afird had provided them with and decided that it was the safest to stay out of the way and not have any interactions, for now, and she smiled shyly at Rilla and shook her head meaning that she would rather do without pipeweed.

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Play:
ART vertically, using A of CLAD, also forming ER horizontally.
ART = 1 + 1 + 1 = 3 + 5 (MEB) = 8 x 2 (DW) = 16
ER = 1 + 1 = 2 + 5 (MEB) = 7
Total = 23

Quote: "They possessed from the first the art of disappearing swiftly and silently, when large folk whom they do not wish to meet come blundering by; and this art they have developed until to Men it may seem magical." FOTR, Concerning Hobbits, and other matters
Quote 2: "‘Well, er, yes, I suppose so,’ stammered Bilbo." FOTR, A Long-expected Party
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Afird stood with his hands behind his back on the Karaoke Stage. The ale was fine and going down smoothly. It was time to sing, time for a tune. He had dragged Flats and Silent Nog, Alf and Duff up on the stage, and all now held fine instruments - a fiddle for Silent Nog, a flute for Alf. Flats had a drum, and Duff had a clarinet. They began to play, and Afird, in his deep, dwarven voice, began to sing.

The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream and stone
When Durin woke and walked alone...
🎶

As the familiar words of the song echo around the pub, a strange occurrence begins in the back of the bar in the scullery near the kitchen. Steam began to pour out of the small room slowly. A light glowed around the door frame, weaving into the mist, creating a pale turquoise blue light. As all were looking at the dwarf on the stage singing, none were aware of what was happening behind the bar. Some would soon find out.


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Elanor Starsley/Lady of Shadow
*V I A G F F O*
Tarquinius Fieldhopper/ Lorenzo Pee
*BLANK L E B K L N*
Fuchsia Meadowsweet /Pele Alarion
* V Z Q W D A O*
Rilla Banks/Lail
*E E T T T I M*



SCOREBOARD
Elanor Starsley/Lady of Shadow - 11+11= 22 pts
Tarquinius Fieldhopper/ Akhenanat - 26+13+10+11= 60 pts
Fuchsia Meadowsweet /Pele Alarion- 30+32+10+18+18 = 108 pts
Rilla Banks/Lail - 27+28+20=23= 98 pts


Rilla Banks/@Lail, you have 48 hours (but will accept some delay due to RL) to make your play. Good luck!

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Rilla Banks

"Why, you're most welcome, dear fellow!" Rilla topped Afird up with her finest pipeweed and offered him a flame to light his pipe with. She sat back in her chair, smoothed her skirts and glugged a long swallow of ale while holding her smoking pipe in the other hand. Looking for lost Meowlips was thirsty work!

A small burp escaped her and she clapped her hand over her mouth. "Oops," she mumbled through her fingers. Flushed pink as a sweet kittens' paws, she exclaimed, "Time for some food! I'm starving, aren't you?" She asked Fuchsia and without waiting for an answer, she leaped from her seat and raced to the bar, fake cat tail wagging behind her.

"Can I get a platter of roasted potatoes, eight mince and cheese pies, a bowl of sugar-roasted chestnuts, and another round of ales please?" Stomach rumbling as loud as the band taking the stage and beginning to play, Rilla began to bob her head to the song before breaking into a full out dance. She paused when a strange blueish fog crept into the corners of her eye but blinked it away and crossed the room once more in search of food.

METTLE veritcally off the L of LOB
3(x2 DL) + 1 + 1 +1 + 1 + 1 = 11

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When he accepted the pipeweed and light from Rilla Banks and watched the smoke rise toward the stone-hewn chimney hole, the smoke had been the normal hazy grey-white. And when the hobbit lass dashed off in search of food, and he had thrown back another pint of ale- which had encouraged him toward the Karaoke stage- he had noticed as he stood above the crowd ready to sing that the usual colour haze from the pipeweed hung above the patrons in the pub as well. And when his song ended, feeling somewhat sentimental (singing songs about the good old days always put him in this mood, as well as a few too many ales), he looked about the pub; he noticed that the air now seemed blue wafting in the smoke. Now, whether this was his mood or something else, he was not sure. He shrugged his shoulder and returned to the hobbits and, hopefully, some food.

On his way, his thoughts turned once more to Elanor Starsley *@Lady of Shadow and wondered whether she was still wandering about in the rain at Scary Village.

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Elanor Starsley/Lady of Shadow
*V I A G F F O*
Tarquinius Fieldhopper/ Lorenzo Pee
*BLANK L E B K L N*
Fuchsia Meadowsweet /Pele Alarion
* V Z Q W D A O*
Rilla Banks/Lail
*T I W O E J I*



SCOREBOARD
Elanor Starsley/Lady of Shadow - 11+11= 22 pts
Tarquinius Fieldhopper/ Akhenanat - 26+13+10+11= 60 pts
Fuchsia Meadowsweet /Pele Alarion- 30+32+10+18+18 = 108 pts
Rilla Banks/Lail - 27+28+20+23+11= 109 pts


Elanor Starsley/@Lady of Shadow, you have 48 hours (but will accept some delay due to RL) to make your play. Good luck!

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The liquor had flown, the songs had been sung, and dancing ensued. Days had gone by in a blue haze, and as Afird now stood chewing on a piece of dried meat, he realized that Elanor Starsley *@Lady of Shadow had not found the travel gate and most likely hadn't even reached the shed. So it was farewell to the hobbit lass and no longer his problem.

What concerned him now was how the blue haze had taken over. There had been a humming in the background of the normal pub noise, but now it seemed even louder. Strangely, none of the pub's occupants noticed it, carrying on as usual.
"But what the heck?" mumbled he under his breath. This wasn't his party. He had been in Gondor, selling pumpkins and making a living while enjoying the Stone City (a grand stone city it was). He wasn't responsible for getting to the bottom of what was happening. But how did one get out of this time travel ordeal? If he left the pub, where would he find himself in Khazad-dûm? This was not his time.

He waved his hand in front of his face, hoping to dissipate the blue smoke with the piece of meat in his hand. And at that moment, the humming grew intensely louder. There was a creaking and screeching noise as boards lifted from the floor, the nails sang, and Afird and the whole pub suddenly disappeared.
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