Bennidict

Poem-ing well into the night ! Musical tea and muffins, poems and friends at The Plough And Star in Brokenborings. 

And so back to the Shire, home sweet little home in Brockenborings, close to our families and friends, before the time comes for more adventures.

And so here we descended upon Bywater, a small company of hobbits and friends, ready for some merrymaking. And it was going to be a lovely evening indeed. Music and ale, dancing on the tables, Tukko tripping on his feet and deciding he was too lazy to get up again, hugging his mug on the rug, laughter and giggles.

“ I thought I smelled pie...” Simbo said while wobbling into the elven kitchens, and when Simbo comes, we know tis time for a hug and rest, and so this was the end of a lovely  and very ‘elven’  night and day.  

She asked me about  me, but I find a bit hard to talk about ‘me’ lately, yet I had the impression she knew what was on my mind  even without asking me...elves ( or at least few of them ) know everything, they can see in your mind and your heart.

We found a secret garden hidden in a cave and guarded by a small singing bird, and we found  a fountain of blue water, so fresh and clear

we came to this building, the door was open so we sneaked inside  and....ooh, maps, books...more maps, and a harp made in the shape of a swan , and  some kind of mystery (magic ?) object  in a corner, looking very mysterious, and a  portrait of a sad elven lady “ She looks like she is asking for something..” Benni said...but who is she?

making new 'friends' wherever I go...