huooommm … ah, Master Erchamion a very good idea that is indeed, that’s why I came back here quickly … huommm … Looks very nice indeed … huom … and I hope that the Three Wise Men don’t forget to leave some nice gifts in your vault …. rhuûommm ….
huoommm … look at Smaug’s mouth and the colours … huomm … rhuomm … having had too much of scrumpy I guess … huom poor Smaug … huom … just as he decided to fly away and escape from the mess he lay in before, his stomach turns and … err, well … you know … huommm … mind what’s coming out of his mouth … rhuoommm … that poor dragon simply is sick …. huom … that’s what I’d say … huoôm ….
I also saw those great pictures. Great painting work ! His tongue was swollen and become blue…. scrumpy may be only one of the causes…. the following reason of blue tongue can be, devouring of “blue blood” dwarf prince !
huoommm … Master Thingol, I’m afraid the Prancing Pony is out of “Golden Dwarf Cocktail”, as our dear barkeep asked me to bury it deep some days ago … huoommm … so I did as I was told … rhuooommm … and deep I dug … huom … so, don’t be surprised facing a blue-tongued Balrog one day … rhuom …
huoomm … er, that sunny-thing has been over the yardarm for quite some while, Master Barkeep … hom … maybe you should just raise to watch from a better angle … huôm … but, please don’t haste …
Regarding different countries…
Maybe everybody may share his location on a map.
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Bree is a small village close to the Mont St. Michel in France. Every time we pass this location on our travel to Bretagne I want to take a picture for you, Master Barkeep.
With these fast cars nowadays impossible . . .
We pass a “Helm’s Gate” when we head “over the border” northwards into the land where they can’t spell “whiskey”. There are no Brees other than my own dear home, however.