At the Sign of the Prancing Pony
Bree: sudden, restless —
the inn, an old song and dance;
but something stirs dark . . .
This haiku is just one in a series of haiku that serialise Tolkien’s The Fellowship of the Ring a chapter at a time. See the list at Laith’s Ramblings and read a new one every day; if you’re interested, grab one of the few chapters remaining and join in the challenge! Do you haiku?