The Company of the Whiskey Drinking Bear

Gardening Song of the Brandybucks
As sang by Elabrimborn to Dodinas and Dinodas

Oh the ale we brew is bold
No wonder its color is gold
For the barley of our field
Each year grants us great yield
For we tend each kernel of grain
With the gentle touch of rain
Every hoe, clears a path
For each weed, fears our wrath
And allows the hops to climb
Throwing cones off every vine
To produce an ale so fine
That the Free Folk stand in line
At the Golden Perch Inn
Where celebration ain’t no sin
And you’ll never want to leave
For our ale flows all eve

Rhyme of Lore of the Dapple Gray Mare
As sang by Elabrimborn to calm horses in the Anduin River

The Horse Lords all Dare
To view the Dapple Gray Mare
Her flanks are a sight
That mimic the dark of night
The stars on her thighs
Are brilliant to the eyes
All stallions pledge their love
To the horse mother above
For if you ever met her
You would not forget her

The First log of Baldac

The first part of my travels with the company of the whiskey drinking bear were days I would never forget. As a Beorning I felt it was only proper to free a poor bear from his terrible fate as a dancing bear. I bravely single-handedly fought off the evil merchant and his goons through intimidation.

Ashes Journal post 1
Whiskey Drinking Bear

We all met at the Old Ford. Our first challenge was difficult. Oh, how I long for the music of home. Content Not Found: elabrimborn must need his instrument tuned or he was weary from the travel. Maybe I should sing next time. We were lucky that the old lady liked the songs. We then heard a great roar outside. We rushed to find a dancing bear. Thorr and Baldic were outraged at the treatment of the dancing bear. They tried to get the bear owner to stop using the bear but the man didn’t care. Elabrimborn also spoke to the bear and found out he was angry at the man. We then tried to win the bear at a shell game but the man cheated.

Togo figured out that the man was cheating and he found the ball on the man’s foot. Baldic was outraged and then a fight started. Two others came out and then Thorr smashed one of the guys in the balls and knocked him out. Baldic then turned and killed another thug. Elabrimborn tried to free the bear and did. Some other guy with a giraffe got in the way and caught on fire. When Thorr and Baldic tried to find water to put the fire out, they actually threw liquor on him and made it worse. We then found water in a barrel and then doused the guy to put out the fire. While this happened, the bear drank liquor and then ripped the owner apart.

So our adventure began.

Thorr's Journal post 1
Our Fellowship Begins

Yea though I travel through the valleys, forests and rivers of Middle Earth, my journey destined to the gates of the Shadow. Adventure begins anew at the Old Ford. A fellowship I now join. Two elves, two men, a dwarf and a hobbit all touched by hope, triumph, treasure, fear and death. Lives unknowingly linked through past events begin to take shape. From Erebor, the Lonely Mountain, and the Battle of the Five Armies to the forests of Mirkwood and on to the distant hobbit holes of the Shire in the West, our group has gathered.

Protecting a dancing bear is a fitting beginning for this misfit group of adventurers. Elves that can barely sing, Beornings with emotional outbursts and a wee hobbit. Oh great uncle, what have I gotten myself into. At least we have some that wonderful tobaccee from the Shire. Let’s see what tomorrow holds.
Thorr Flamestrike

The Dancing Whiskey Drinking Bear
facts may have been changed to protect those involved

Chorus: Now let me sing to you a tale
Of a bear that would drink no ale

The charlatan would make the bear dance
And cheat the common folk of the Ford in games of chance
Thorr and Balac declared “Let that bear free”
And the charlatan said “only if you gamble with me.”
It was Togo who discovered his false tricks
Of cheating Lady Luck and beating the bear with sticks
Then by chance a lit firework began to fly
The Whiskey Bear swatted it away from his eye
Then into the toymaker’s wain it did lie
Starting him on fire as he began to cry
“Save my wain, my life, my toys”
“For there will be naught to give to the girls and boys”
The ruffians of the charlatan threw whiskey on the fire
To assure the toymaker’s funeral pyre
Otbert & Balac, quenched the blaze
As Ashe, Thorr and Togo gave the villains chase
The bear did his part by drinking the fuel
Drinking the whiskey from a master so cruel
Then the bear danced with delight
As he joined, drunk, into the fight
He hugged his master and tore him asunder
No longer would the evil master plunder
And the bear departed free, full of “spirit”
As he left he said, I can still hear it
“Leave me a draught of whiskey at your door”
“Gratefully I’ll drink it, and protect you evermore.”
Now let this be a lesson
to those who corrupt nature’s blessin’
For if the Bear hears of your evil ways
He may dance and shorten your days


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