Hobbit Tales

The lost Hobbit village

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Story

Prologue: Rumours in Bree

The common room of the Prancing Pony was crowded that evening. Travellers from every corner of Eriador filled the benches, while the smell of pipe-weed, roasting meat, and fresh bread drifted through the air.

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