The Barrow-Downs' Third Birthday Party and Downie Awards

[Alatariel Telemnar]

Now I remember u... I think...

[ May 03, 2003: Message edited by: Alatariel Telemnar ]

[Amanaduial the archer]

The woman was looking at Aman closely as Aman answered.

"And I'm Amanaduial the Archer-" She was cut off sharply as the woman jumped up, clicking her fingers as if desperately trying to remember something. She seemed to be getting quite excited and was waving her punch wildly. Anuion was also looking at the woman bemusèdly, and he glanced at Aman, a little confused. Aman tried to calm the woman down. "Are you quite alright?"

"'Kidnapped!'" The woman burst out, a triumphant look on her face and she pointed her finger at Aman. The elf carefully redirected her finger to be pointing down, as the woman seemed to bearing it like a weapon of war.

"Kidnapped?" She asked, confused. But the woman hadnt said it like that, she had said it like a title.

"No, 'Kidnapped!'" The woman said again. "Dont you remember?" She frowned, then shook her head. "Neither do I actually."

Aman laughed, but not unkindly. "Must be the punch. Someone assured me that it was absolutely not spiked and how could I say such a thing. Work it out."

The other laughed, before offereing her hand, which Aman took. "Im Menelien."

[Alatariel Telemnar]

Looks like the party's practically over... [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img]

[Alatariel Telemnar]

Walks over to Nuinatariel.
"Did you know who I was from my signature?"

[Beruthiel]

Tinuialwen had been lurking around, mainly in the buffet or just sitting around (Damn EDT!!).

Lots of people had arrived. Tinuialwen walked over to a couple of ladies chatting and introduced herself. "Hi I'm Tinuialwen, nice to meet you.' She smiled at the two women who seemed to be confused about something.

[Nuinatariel]

Lëowen smiled, "Your signature is kind of a dead give-away. Not many people know about 'The Lord of the Ties'." Another guest walked up to Lëowen and Alatariel. "Hi I'm Tinuialwen, nice to meet you." she said.
"Hello, I'm Lëowen and this is Alatariel," Lëowen told her. "Nice to meet you, too."

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[Cuthalion]

Leaving Maika arguing with a half-orc over the various methods employed in "persuading" people to do their bidding, Cuthalion walked over to where Archer and Anuion stood speaking to a rather confused young woman.

He touched Archer's shoulder. "Pardon the interruption, but I've only seen you in passing. may I have this dance?" He smiled as he held out his hand to her while the strains of a Strauss waltz filled the air.

[Alatariel Telemnar]

Hello Beruthiel, I am Alatariel Telemnar.

[GaladrieloftheOlden]

Looks like the party's practically over... [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img]

Why would you think that? We've just started getting drunk... (by the way, I wonder where I'm getting all of these drinks, as I'm far underage. I look older than I am, but certainly not 21 [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] .)

[Beruthiel]

'Hi! How are you enjoying the party? Oh by the way you can just call me Tin.'

[Frodo Baggins]

Frodo sighed and glanced toward where Elrond and Arwen were having a conversaion over in the corner.

"I'm not sure Tennyson. I went to sleep on the grass and woke up in a closet. And the closet was LOCKED! I completely lost it and started shrieking and banging on the door. Luckily, Cahira was walking past said closet at that time. She found a spare key hanging behind a tapestry and let me out. Then we came running back in here."

"All right, Stacey has skipped off to meet someone, I wonder who?" Maggie said mostly to herself. "And also, Primrose? Where is your Father?"

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[Niluial]

Niluial sighed, and she sat on a chair trying to convince herself “This party can not be over! It has only begun!” Not many people were at the party and the people that were there were either sitting all gloomy and sulking or they were laying drunk on the floor. It was a sad sad site. Niluial looked around for Don.

[Alatariel Telemnar]

Galadriel, I only said that because at the time there was no one talking.

[Helkahothion]

Anuion saw Cuthalion walking over and ask Aman for a dance. He loved Straus and walked in the opposite direction of Cuthalion. He passed him with a quick wink and walked over to Maika. She was still arguing as he arrived.

"I tell you Orc, if you cut their legs open they will surely give in."

"Maik, give it a rest. The best way is to pull their lungs out and show them to him."

"They will die stupid."

"Only if you pull them too far." The Orc sniggered as Anuion looked with a horrified expression on his face.

"Ehm Maik, care for a dance. C. and Aman are already there. Would you like to join me?"

Maika gave in and Anuion escorted her to the table. Straus was already halfway when they started walsing. Anuion and Maika almost bumped into Cuthalion and Amanaduial. The greeted swiftly and went on their way.

"Anyone who says this party is almost over should get their brains checked. So anyway, how is your flight so far?" Anuion said during that dance.

The wals ended and Anuion bowed towards Maika.

"If C. was not here, you and Aman would both be on my arm hahahaha."

“You dog.” Maika exclaimed happily.

"Please don't hit me again. My father is still punishing me for that mirror."

"Well than maybe I should pull out your longs eh?"

"Lol Maika. You know you can do much worse things than that."

"Yeah, what an amateur is that Orc. Man, I tell you, they only know brute violence."

The two pairs where swiftly dancing across the half deserted dance floor when the DJ put up “The eye of the tiger” Almost everyone joined in and Anuion and Maika where swinging wildly. Anuion had to be careful as he almost accidentally punched one of the surrounding party people. Everybody was having a blast again. Not yet did it happen since Lyra’s second conga line.

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[the real findorfin]

Fin finally finished dancing with Sophia. She was beginning to look tired so he escorted her to one of the sofas and lay her down.
"Il be around if you need me," he said quietly.

He returned to the table and found Alatariel gone
"Shes finally woken up," he said and looked around. He saw her sitting with a small group of ladies and made his way over.
"Alatariel my dear. You're awake! Would you care for a drink, or maybe a dance."
"Ill give the drink a miss," she replied with a grimace, "but the dance would be lovely."

He held out his hand and escorted her to the dance floor.

[Amanaduial the archer]

Aman smiled at the charming young man as he held out his hand to her. He flicked his dark hair back from his face, and his handsome face was revealed. Aman wondered whether Maika knew about this. She glanced at Anuion, who sighed, then nodded

She took his hand. "It would be my pleasure, Cuthalion, my pleasure."

The man grinned at her, then led her onto the dance floor. The party was cooling down now, and several couples joined them on the dance floor. Aman looked back and saw Anuion making his way over to Maika, and smiled. She took Cuthalions right hand and they took up the dancing position for a waltz, swaying gently in time as one to the soothing music as it floated throughout the hall. After a few minutes, her hands slipped up to drape themselves behind his neck and his slid down to her waist. She smiled at him gently, then leant her head against his chest as they continued to dance, as around them the other party goers danced slowly as well, either on their own, with a date, or with a random other person who they had pulled onto the dance floor. Aman saw Anuion speaking the Maika, and saw the woman smile, then the elf did the same, and sighed happily, entirely content with where she was, her head leaning gently against Cuthalions chest.

[GaladrieloftheOlden]

Left alone once again, Menelien sighed. Conversations never last... she thought, wishing for somebody she (more or less) knew to come in (or wake up). But for now- she sighed, and curled up for another sleep. (I'll be back later, got some lessons to go to, maybe around one? Don't know [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] .)

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[Nuinatariel]

"The party can't be over! Two days is hardly any time at all." said Lëowen. "Besides, there are alot of people here, they're just not conscious." Alatariel laughed. "All right, so it's not over." she said.
"Good. You missed it before, there was a dancing chicken," Lëowen told her. Alatariel looked a bit confused, but Lëowen was talking to Tin and didn't notice. "So, where are you from?" she asked.

[Tinuviel the Nightingale]

"Please excuse me Mimi," Alatariel said with a smile. "Have to go dance"

"I hope you find whoever you were looking for!" she called over her shoulder as she allowed herself to be led away by Fin.

[Alatariel Telemnar]

Confused, Alatariel sits down and goes to sleep. (I must go now, be back later)

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[Beruthiel]

'Oh well from Lorien and yourself?'
Tin took a sip of her drink but suddenly her head swam and she began to hear voices ('GO TO BED YOUNG LADY!' and 'How many times do I have to tell you!') so she excused herself from the two ladies, 'hope to talk to you again sometime!' she said.

She found an empty couch and put up her feet before closing her eyes and drifing off to sleep.

[Nuinatariel]

"I'm from Minas Tirith," Lëowen told Tin. Just then, looking a bit odd, Tin excused herself and left. Lëowen looked around at the other guests. Alatariel was asleep on a couch to Lëowen's left. "What to do now?" she thought to herself. Getting another soda, she seated herself at an empty table near the buffet, where all of the food was easily in reach.

[the real findorfin]

Fin wrapped his arms around Alatariel as they danced. He was glad he had brought her as well, she was so nice.

"Enjoying yourself so far," he asked.

"Yeh, but too much drink!"

"You think," he said, laughing. "Well its the turn of the ladies to try and get me drunk next," he said.

"Yeah. Thoriel, Sophia and me should have no trouble in doing that!"

Fin looked worried for a second before smiling. "I can't wait."

[Tinuviel the Nightingale]

Alatariel smiled happily to herself as she snuggled in Fin's arms, finding it a very nice fit.

Her mind flitted over the possibilities, how should they get dear Fin drunk. She was a little apalled, that she let herself get that drunk (wait till her friend at Lorien heard about this!)

Her thoughts turned back to the present, and she found herself looking back to Fin's face.
"I'm glad Fin took me. He's so incredibly charming. And handsome. Well he's an elf Lord, I suppose he'd have to be." she thought.

[Hilde Bracegirdle]

The music still continued soft and lulling, but the hall was coming back to life. The sun had set and the sun had risen again, the third day. “Actually, the 3 year and 3rd day”, thought Hilde as she slowly unfolded herself from the corner she had slept in (a rather slow and careful process).

Mr. Bracegirdle was already up and about, sipping tea and chatting with a few orcs near the doors to the kitchen. Hilde nodded a smiling good morning to them as she went in search for a mug of hot coffee or tea. She tried to set her goals for the day as her mind cleared, “Simply must go for a walk this afternoon and what is a party with hobbits and no springle-ring? Now, where to walk? There must be some pleasant gardens in such a grand city!” She began to think of her garden at home, hoping that Puff would remember to watch over it for her in this long absence.

[Nuinatariel]

Leaning back in her chair, Lëowen grabbed some Lembas off the buffet table. Munching on it, she watched to dwindling number of couples still dancing. The party had gotten pretty quiet, and not much was going on. "Maybe I'll go outside," Lëowen thought. Getting up, she stretched her long legs and walked toward the side door.


Peeking cautiously outside to make sure there were no reporters, Lëowen walked out into the sunlight. She walked around for a while, enjoying the morning.

[Orual]

Alasse had left before Rie could really get a good tale up about Don, but she was still grinning at Nuru's other comment. "I think that he'd be fine with that," she laughed, and lifted the tablecloth just a little bit. She pointed to Talômi, who was attempting to catch the attention of a young woman at the bar...Rie thought that she had heard her called Isilmë. A pretty girl, but Talômi wasn't talking loudly enough to be heard over all the noise, so he was, in essence, talking to himself. Rie grinned at Nuru.

Letting go of the tablecloth, Rie lay down and propped her head up with her hand. "Well, I haven't gotten a single dance yet tonight. How are the prospects? You can dance with Talômi, but I want somebody new." She grinned wickedly.

[ElentariGreenleaf]

"Lëowen! WAIT!" shouted Elentari, grabbing her sword from the Uruk guard. Elentari had wandered away from Aireruthiel looking for Lëowen. "Those Wolves are allowed to attack you if you leave the building!"

"What?" said Lëowen in reply. Almost as soon as she said this, several hungry looking wolves and some orcs appeared from the shadows.

"Don't worry," said Elentari calmly. "I'm sure I can hold them off long enough for us to get back inside. Get behind me, and when I run at the, you run inside, as I'm sure you didn't think of picking up a weapon. Right, NOW!" Elentari ran at the nearest orc, who tried to shoot an arrow at her, but missed as the flat of Elentari's sword knocked him out. "I forgot how much fun this could be!"

Lëowen stood for a moment, but then followed Elentari's instructions and ran inside.

Elentari swung at a wolf, only to be bitten on her foot. "Ow, you silly wolf. You're lucky I like wolves!" Elentari ran inside. "Here you go," she said as she gave the Uruk her sword. She brushed herself down and walked over to Lëowen. "Shall we go to the bar?"

[Nuinatariel]

"Well that was certainly interesting," said Lëowen. "Thanks, Elentari. A drink sounds good," Together the two elves walked over to the bar. "What do you want?" asked the bartender.

[Arafangwen]

Firondoiel and Arafangwen re-emerged from their little "confrence room" and rejoined the party with Arafangwen looking greatly relived and Firondoiel slightly confused.

"I hope she dosn't think of us as strange now." Arafangwen thought in worry.

"Firondoiel, would you like to join me in a glass of orange juice seeing that 'tis quite morning now?" she asked her friend who now, more than ever deserved that specific title.

"Certainly I would." said Firondoiel, still pondering what this news would mean, and in regards to The Phantom also,

"What would he do now as being who he is, he certainly knows already." she thought to herself while sipping on her glass.

[Firondoiel]

Firondoiel quietly sipped her juice. Unsure how to feel about what Arafangwen had told her. How does she feel about the Phantom? Firondoiel wondered. She heard her friend sigh. Worried that she had offended Arafangwen with her silence she quickly turned and faced her. "Arafangwen, please don't think that I respect you any less because of what you have told me. On the contrary, I feel honored that you trusted me enough to tell me. I am very glad to be your friend." Firondoiel said with a bright smile and eyes glistening with unshed tears as she watched her dear friend.

[Nuinatariel]

Sitting at the bar with Elentari, Lëowen suddenly felt very tired. Yawning, she laid her head on her arms and shut her eyes. Soon, she was sound asleep.


(will be back later [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] )

[Stryker Stormeye]

Stryker threaded his way through the crowd, to the buffet. He hadn't eaten for the past couple hours. Balrog wings, good... he thought.

Scooping some Balrog wings onto his plate, he headed for a table.

When he sat down, he thought he heard someone giggle. Lifting the table cloth, he saw Nuru and Rie where under the table.

"Hello there," Stryker said, "Why are you hiding under a table?"

"We're hiding from reporters," Nuru replied.

"Ah, I see," Stryker said, "Where is Alasse?"

"Oh, we set her up with Firramer, she's dancing somewhere."

[Hilde Bracegirdle]

Hilde left the Halls of Anor for her walk and ironically felt like a mole emerging from underground into the bright morning sun. She saw the assorted members of the press and security guards having their doughnuts and coffee while sitting around a small fire warming themselves in the chill air. A little further down, near the main road she winked at a knot of hobbits huddled together in the cold, [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] their placards set aside until their hands were warmer.

[Schmendrick]

Isilmë was just finishing her (already cold) coffee, deep in thoughts, when she suddenly realized that a handsome young man (she adored red hair!) was talking to her. "Do you mind if I sit with you for a moment?" he asked, smiling pleasantly.


Isilmë was so surprised by this sudden approach that she couldn't form any coherent sentence right away. "Oh, no...not at all", she stammered and felt her face turning red. Oh great. Why did she have to be this shy!


"I mean, I would be delighted!" she continued, smiling (and trying desperately to hide her feet). Sneakers! What had she been thinking! " So what is your name? And where do you come from?" she asked finally, as he took a seat beside her.

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[ElentariGreenleaf]

Elentari watched Lëowen fall asleep and decided to get another lemon juice. She'd never had lemon juice before the party.... let's hope she doesn't get addicted!

Elentari got bored, but stayed and waited for Lëowen to wake up.

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[Arien]

After she had say hello to some people, which had taken longer than she had predicted, Arien sat herself down on a chair near the bar. Her bag swung from her hand and down to the foot of the chair and she spun round to face the bar. What to have? What to have?she thought as she looked over the drinks menu.

"I think I'll go with an ale, please," she said to the bartender.

"Ok then missy, one ale coming up..." he said then started to hum to himself. Arien looked out and surveyed the Great Hall. It was full but a few people she was expecting to come had not arrived yet, or did not intened on coming. Obviously have something better to do with their timeshe thought as she nodded to the tender and lifted the ale glass to her lips. Arien placed it down again and looked round for some more familiar faces, or new ones.

[The Saucepan Man]

The Saucepan Man had been busying himself at the buffet table, as only one could who had been at a party for three days without having eaten. Being a fictional character (and a children's one at that) he had no need to concern himself over the more mundane aspects of life, such as personal hygiene and visits to the toilet. The necessity for such things did not exist in his world. But food was a different matter. Fortunately, the rattle of his pans had so far successfully masked the gurgling of his stomach.

Sampling the Balrog Wings, he found them somewhat insubstantial, and he balked at trying the Dragon Steak, since a very much alive Dragon continued to hover in the vicinity of the bar. So, he filled his plate instead with mushrooms (which had been freshly delivered that morning from Maggot Farm), Ithilien Po-ta-to salad, and a helping of something called Ulmo's surprise, which looked to be some variety of seafood stew.

As he tucked into his overflowing plate, a frown suddenly formed on his brow as the scoreline "West Ham-1 Chelsea-0" inexplicably popped into his head. Although it meant nothing to him, this thought depressed him greatly for some reason.

No matter, his mood was lifted back to its normal cheerful state as he saw Diamond making her way across the Hall towards him. He watched as she approached for what seemed like an age. It was almost as though they were in completely different time-zones.

[Sophia the Thunder Mistress]

Sophia woke up and raised her head from the couch. She was a little misty as to how she got there, but she assumed that Fin must have left her there after their dance. Sophia dropped her head back down and lay contentedly staring at the ceiling. Her content, however, was short lived, as she soon began to feel very very hungry.

Standing up, Sophia trudged back into the main room. It seemed there were an abundance of crannies with couches in this hall, and Fin had placed her on a particularly out-of-the-way one. Entering the room she saw him dancing cozily with Alatariel and laughed. So she's finally awake? she thought. Good, we haven't seen too much of her. But again, distracted from the two by the buffet table, Sophia's attention was soon caught by the rattle of the SaucepanMan's outfit. Talk about flashy, she thought, he's shinier than his mirror ball! She grinned at this thought.

Reaching the buffet she went for the seafood business, and loaded her plate high, sighing with contentment. Being from Mithlond (MAINE) she was quite capable of enjoying a good lobster on occasion.

She wandered over to the Saucepan Man's table, in the hopes that he was looking for eating conversation too. Apparently Diamond was making her way over as well, but in the meantime he might care for a chat, and Diamond was fun too. Sophia pulled out a chair. "May I?"

[The X Phial]

From her perch on the wall TheXPhly watched the party begin to wind down. The youngsters seemed to have drunk themselves into a stupor and even the most dazling outfits were beginning to fade under the weight of three days of dancing, eating, and drinking. The only exception to this seemed to be Lush who glowed like an anime glitter girl. X had no idea what anime was, but the comparison seemed somehow to fit.

Not for the first time, X was happy to have been mostly overlooked in the revelry. For one thing, with all of the huge people around she felt none too safe in the limelight. In fact, the froggish essence of a Rimbaud hovered nearby, threatening at any moment to arrive and strike. The final reason was that she was sure she wasn't cannon. Actually, she was one of the forbidden half breeds. Her father was a halfabee known as Eric and despite her best efforts she couldn't shake the hotizontal stripes of her heritage. Thankfully the lovely green outfit covered her stingish tendencies.

Looking over at Mer she commented, "I think they might actually get to the Downies soon."