Ahira's Hangar

So, when you're in Middle Earth and needing drink and company, which pub do you frequent?
The Floating Log, (A tavern of the Shire, the chief inn of Frogmorton and district)
The Prancing Pony, (The chief inn of Bree-Land)
The Green Dragon, (The leading inn of of the village of Bywater in the Shire)
The Golden Perch (The chief inn of the village of Stock in the eastfarthing of the Shire. Its beer was renowned) Arise now, Riders of Théoden!Let horse be bridled, horn be sounded!Forth Eorlingas!<i></i>

Um, none of the above... I think I'll just take a refreshing pic-nic under a huge and comforting tree in the Old Forest. Elenia:http://www.angelfire.com/ego/eleniaVulpix's Pokêmoon:http://www.angelfire.com/ky/pokemoonElenia ezboard:http://pub59.ezboard.com/beleniaMy favorite series of books is currently The Elenium by David Eddings, my favorite author. And of his characters, I love Child-Goddess Aphrael the most!!<i>Edited by: TheQueenEhlana at: 5/8/02 6:27:34 pm
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Well I've been 2 the Prancing Pony that both u King and The Queen Ehlana frequent on ur sites--my next stop would have 2 b The Golden Perch, I'll have 2 bring Bardo, of course, as he loves beer and may drink the place dry! Fall Far and Well Pilots!<i>Edited by: danlo60 at: 5/8/02 6:30:30 pm
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True, timekeeper... I do visit the Prancing Pony alright... Elenia:http://www.angelfire.com/ego/eleniaVulpix's Pokêmoon:http://www.angelfire.com/ky/pokemoonElenia ezboard:http://pub59.ezboard.com/beleniaMy favorite series of books is currently The Elenium by David Eddings, my favorite author. And of his characters, I love Child-Goddess Aphrael the most!!<i></i>

Definitely the Prancing Pony! And Butterburr is a nice old fellow.

~MsMary~ "Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?"<i></i>

The Prancing Pony, definitely.

~Foamy~ <i></i>

<b> The Golden Perch for the best beer, but for atmosphere (and Butterbar), I'd have to say The Prancing Pony. I hear there's a statue in front of the Prancing Pony of the 4 hobbits!</b> Arise now, Riders of Théoden!Let horse be bridled, horn be sounded!Forth Eorlingas!<i></i>

(if we can't revive this thread we may as well kick back here and shoot the breeze and party in the name of the master) And now Danlo looked in that direction, too. He remembered that snowy owls mate in the darkest part of deep winter, and so along with this beautiful white bird perched in a tree a hundred feet away, he turned to face the sea as he watched and waited.

Ahira, Ahira, he called out silently to the sky. Ahira, Ahira<i></i>

Sounds good to me. Which pub are we in? Is it the one with the particularly fine beer? Our lives are the songs that sing the universe into existence.~David Zindell
****Tavern Wench of DOGMA, the Defenders of George Martin's Art****<i></i>

Yesterday was a very nice day for me,and a lot of very good things happened. So I would like buy a round for everyone of the fines mead and/or ale and/or wine, whichever each person would prefer.
Wherever we are.
Our lives are the songs that sing the universe into existence.~David Zindell
****Tavern Wench of DOGMA, the Defenders of George Martin's Art****<i></i>

Yes, I guess 4 now we're in The Golden Perch...
And now Danlo looked in that direction, too. He remembered that snowy owls mate in the darkest part of deep winter, and so along with this beautiful white bird perched in a tree a hundred feet away, he turned to face the sea as he watched and waited.

Ahira, Ahira, he called out silently to the sky. Ahira, Ahira<i></i>

Good then. A round of the Shire's best beer to all of my buds at da hanga! Our lives are the songs that sing the universe into existence.~David Zindell
****Tavern Wench of DOGMA, the Defenders of George Martin's Art****<i></i>

"about the tales of elves, dwarves, hobbits, wizards and men, these accounts we'd glady have the master re-tell again..." And now Danlo looked in that direction, too. He remembered that snowy owls mate in the darkest part of deep winter, and so along with this beautiful white bird perched in a tree a hundred feet away, he turned to face the sea as he watched and waited.

Ahira, Ahira, he called out silently to the sky. Ahira, Ahira<i></i>

Anyone up for some of the Lays of Beleriend? Our lives are the songs that sing the universe into existence.~David Zindell
****Tavern Wench of DOGMA, the Defenders of George Martin's Art****<i></i>

Actually...what am I saying? My favorite Middle-Earth pub is the Wenches Tavern. No contest.

~Foamy~ <i></i>