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After Strider had become King and much of the land had returned to peace, Barliman Butterbur had become quite a local celebrity in the town of Bree. Many people came from miles around to find the Prancing Pony, taste some of its famous ale and perhaps sleep amid the bedding where the King and the fellows of the ring once slept. Of course the best part of the visit was that everyone got to meet the famous innkeeper.
Initially Barliman was overcome by all the attention, feeling a bit ashamed that he had forgotten to handle the simple task that Gandalf had given him until it was almost too late. He did make amends when the Hobbit's horses were stolen purchasing Bill the Pony for twelve silver pennies and then giving Merry eighteen pence. At the time it was a great deal of money for Barliman, though now that sum seems a mere pittance.
But as time passed Barliman grew accustom to fame and success and when Gandalf rewarded him with the enchantment of surprising success for seven years, he took the gift in stride, humbly accepting. It did perplex the old patrons of the Prancing Pony who always felt he was surprising successful as innkeeper and they didn't see a lot of difference in him. Ah, but it was the ladies who discovered what the true enchantment was all about.
Yes, though no virgin, prior to his fame, Barliman's sexual exploits were very bleak and being too frugal to spend his hard earned money in the brothels, the best he could do was to head to his room with a slab of butter. But now, with his great fame, Barliman had his choice of women and in fact had dallied with all the barmaids, most of the unmarried female patrons of his inn and several of the married women. Each of the women, if truthful, would tell you it was enchanting with Barliman and he had to fight off many, many proposals of marriage and several other odd arrangements from the women.
Alas, though poor Barliman used his enchantment well and did enjoy his time with the ladies, he longed for something more. Barliman had a perversion and while a willing woman could interest him for a while his true longing was for something that for many years had been unspeakable. Now, given the peaceful times Middle Earth had become more tolerant and some had emerged from the closet, Barliman had simply not been able to indulge in his greatest desire.
He did love women, redheads in particular, but what Barliman truly desired was the female Hobbit. Just the simple thought of one of those tiny women crawling all over his fat body made him tremble. If fact he had only seen one female Hobbit in his lifetime, but his desire had raged ever since.
Fortunately for Barliman, the time did come to pass when other female Hobbits came into Bree and several visited the Prancing Pony. Each time the innkeeper would serve ladies for free and soon he seemed to take a great liking to one of them and as most would attest, she took a liking to him. Though never formally introduced Barliman soon came to know her name and quite a bit about her. She was Estella Goold, a distant cousin of the Brandybucks and was actually named after Estella Brandybuck.
