(January 1, 2011 Finer Things in Life write up)
I began the evening, as I usually do, playing my harp on the porch of the Prancing Pony. Slowly, my friends began to arrive. We smoked and chatted and drank some ale that Honeycheeks made for me especially for the evening.
As we chatted, a miserly elf working for Bill Ferny tried to move us from the street. He claimed Ferny had issued a noise complaint! After a bit of flashing of steel and words, the elf backed down and decided to join us, after I had given him some Honeybrew.
After that was sorted out, Fornagon told his heartbreaking story about his dream in Thorin’s Hall. Not a single tear was dry by the end. As a woman, I will never know the infinite sorrows of the elves.
I then told the tale of Eorl the Young and how the Eorlingas came to be.
Many songs were sung and many dances had. And of course more pipe-weed and ale!
— Overall we had a great turn out. At one point I counted about 12 people sitting and listening with us! —