Lenfarthing

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The Village of Lenfarthing, in the Dales, was the quaint home of the Halflings in Anthos. Lying beneath the towering heights of the Elder Peaks, the village existed around a small lake surrounded by forest. The Halflings of Lenfarthing laboured amongst their vast fields of crops in relative peace that was offered by the shielding from the Elder Peaks and the dense forest that surrounded the Dales. The most prominent feature of the village was the lake, formed from the meeting of the two rivers the Faldermere and the Tibbwater, of which originate from the melting of the glacial peaks in the mountains. Around the lake were rolling hills typical of Halfling villages, which had been burrowed into for homes. To the west lay the haunted Witch Woods, and to the north the verdant Frerry Forest,which, should the rumours be believed, held many secrets.

http://i.imgur.com/23M4zVy.png Lenfarthing as seen by the eagles


History

Lenfarthing was founded upon arrival in Anthos by the Halflings. The town quickly gained a reputation as being a safe haven for the Halflings.


Features

The dangerous wilds surrounded the town. It would be very unwise for a Halfling to venture out here for anything less than a grand adventure. The Wilderness was a savage, scary and big place. Frightfully different from the peaceful Dales and the comfort of a warm hearth.

Witch Woods and Frerry Forest lay west and north of Lenfarthing respectively. The Witch Woods contained many mushrooms, some growing to become giants. The Frerry Forest was a much more peaceful area, where you could often find animal wildlife flourishing, with verdant foliage.

The Elder Peaks, so named after the Elders of Halfling society which founded the village of Lenfarthing, were some of the tallest mountains in all of the land, and offered a nice shield from any troublemakers that wouldn’t dare venture through the dangerous mountain passes.

Streets

Thanesfest Lane, the lane on which festivals were held, where many tents were situated for peddling of wares and general merriment. At the end of Thanesfest lane was Hollyfrost Brewers. Pumpkin Path, along here you could find Doc’s Docks, the Lumpy Pumpkin Inn and the Sheriff’s offices. Along Pumpkin Path were various outdoor picnic areas for people to eat and drink and have times of merriment, along with Doc’s Docks providing a fishing and eating area.

Brandyfield End, so called due to the two burrows being the Brandybuck Burrow and the Fairfield burrow. Also because the road ended at a sheer face of a hill.

Tucketbrook Lane, famous for housing the finest and grandest of all hot tubs in Lenfarthing, the lane named by Lobo, with his burrow The Tucketbrook at the end.

Len Hill and Gimblo Riverway lay past the Great Oak and the festival grounds. The Riverway lead you round to the fields and Lighthouse Lane, while Len Hill was residence to Halflings and recreational areas.

Branbrook Bend was one of the most prestigious streets in Lenfarthing. Home to the LenMaster Faldo, the burrows were splendid with lovely views from the tops of the hills.

Lighthouse Lane housed many cozy, small burrows. The main feature of the lane was the towering Lighthouse. Encroaching upon Lighthouse Lane was the ominous Witch Woods, though the residents had little to truly fear.

Kip-on-the-Hill residences were more for the quiet, farmer Halfling who didn't involve oneself in the affairs of the village as much. With the farms right on their doorstep, Kip-on-the-Hill had both splendid scenery and practical convenience.


Buildings

The Grand Melon tree stood proudly atop Len Hill, and all who saw it were left wondering why or how it bore the fruit it did. Regardless, gardens and quiet areas had been made below it and it was a haven for those seeking both serene peace and a fruity snack.

The Lumpy Pumpkin Inn was a grand place for Halflings to gather, gossip, have an ale or three and eat cake. There were outside picnic tables and round the back were a few rooms for anyone to stay in, free of charge as always. Doc’s Docks lay just outside the Inn, a place which sold the finest cakes and fishing equipment and where the best fish could be caught, run by the famous Doc Brandybuck.

The Frerry Ferry linked the two sides of the village over the lake with quick and easy access for all Halflings to use. Travellers were advise to beware of lake monsters, rogue boaters and lilypads.

Hollyfrost Brewers, named after the much-loved Belba Hollyfrost, was the brewing hub of all of Anthos. They created the finest ales, wines and all manner of beverages, which they stored in a deep and orderly cellar.

The Lighthouse/Rookery/River Mail station was a very important structure indeed. It was run by old Pete, who was particularly grumpy due to his small office, and the window that never quite shut and let in a nasty draught, and the way he was forced to clamber down stairs to answer knocks at the door. River Mail was the main form of communication, due to the fast flowing Faldermere river, and the lights warned any boaters of potential monsters in the rivers.

Ye Olde Mill was a main place of storage and counting of the harvest. The Mill chugged away day and night for a purpose that most Halflings couldn't quite understand but it was there anyway.

Ol' Treehuggers Shack was a peculiar place indeed. Deep inside the haunted Witch Woods, the shack was rickety, falling apart and appeared to be made out of the stump of an old tree. It is said that Ol' Treehugger dwells inside, concocting all manner of grizzly potions and tricks, but the fact is, no one truly knows.

Kipfields Farms offered a vast area of land with which Halflings used to farm and provide food and drink for themselves. Wheat, carrots, potatoes and baby animals were kept here. By the farms was a farmhouse for Halflings tiring of labour in the fields to put up their feet and share an ale.