The Barrow-Downs' Third Birthday Party and Downie Awards

[The Saucepan Man]

Saucepan enthusiastically welcomed Diamond and Sophia as they sat down at the table.

"How did you find the seafood?" Sophia enquired of him.

"Oh, I just turned right at the Lembas" he replied cheerfully.

Sophia and Diamond groaned in unison. Diamond pointed out that that "joke" had been used once already at the party.

"Yes, I'm on a seafood diet, you know. When I see food, I eat it" Saucepan continued, oblivious to their groans.

Sophia made to poke him in the ribs, while Diamond aimed a light blow at his head with her well-thumbed book. The combined effect was a particularly melodious combination of clanks and crashes as Saucepan first ducked and then jumped. He grinned sheepishly and, glancing at his plate, quipped "Hmm, I think I must have had too much of the corn", eliciting further groans and affectionate swipes.

[Nurumaiel]

Nuru grinned at Rie. "Well, Alasse is dancing with Firramer, and when those two are done, I'm sure he wouldn't object."

Rie nodded. Nuru studied her friend carefully. Her hair had been done up with great care. After all, why not? Today was a special event. Nurumaiel suddenly felt a little ashamed of her own hair, just falling loose. I would have liked to do it up like Rie, she thought. Why did she think that? She silently scolded herself. What was wrong with her. Ever since she had met Rie she had become more and more interested in the mortal ways.

Firramer looked at Alasse as they danced. The music had changed now. They had hardly spoken any words but with their whirling around the Hall he felt like he had known her for a long time.

Don't think you've known her for a long time, not yet, he thought. Wait until you know her better... she might not like it if you call her Princess or Lady. She might not....

On they whirled, Firramer to shy too say anything, but wishing that something could break the silence between them.

[Airerûthiel]

Bragolhirwen scolded herself for not talking to Elentari before now. They were old friends, and had seen such things that most would only know in their nightmares. She had to extend even the courtesy of a brief chat with her. But there was the problem of how to clear this with Laitalathion.

"Cousin," she said, "an old friend of mine has just arrived at the party. Her name is Elentari Greenleaf, and she is an elf-witch of Rivendell. We fought alongside each other against the great spider Shelob in the tower of Cirith Ungol. Will you come and be introduced to her? I am sure she will like you, and we do not have to talk about...what happened."

Laitalathion nodded. "Bragolhirwen, my cousin, if she is friend to you, then she is friend to me also," he said. The two of them walked over to the bar, eliciting whispers and envious glances from the other party guests. Bragolhirwen knew her cousin's red-gold hair made him stand out, and she could not help feeling proud of him and pleased to be with him. Although the deed he had done was terrible, what mattered was that he was the only family she had left in the world. Blood runs thicker than water, after all, she thought.

Elentari was sitting at the bar beside a female Elf who was snoring gently. She turned as the two half-Elves approached, and smiled kindly at them. "Forgive me for not speaking to you earlier, friend Elentari," said Bragolhirwen. "May I introduce my cousin Laitalathion, son of Théomer of Ithilien and Orowethwen of Mirkwood?"

"It is a pleasure to meet you, O Star-queen," said Laitalathion, his voice dripping with honey. He knew he had to make a good impression upon this Elf, or else the chance of unlocking his past might disappear for good. She smiled at him as he kissed her hand chivalrously, and he returned the expression.

"So what have you been doing since we parted?" asked Elentari as Laitalathion went to order another round of drinks. "I am curious to hear about your life since our battle against Shelob."

Bragolhirwen thought for a minute, and then she spoke. "Truth be told, I have spent most of my time wandering the wilds of Middle-earth, searching for yet another adventure. I have not come across such a quest yet, but there is hope yet that one day a good tale will knock on my door. I grew tired of the Shire and decided to head for Rohan. A messenger on the road to Edoras told me about the party."

"And what of this cousin of yours?" asked Elentari, her eyes twinkling. "What has he spent his years doing?"

"I have not seen him since he left my father's house in the borderlands," replied Bragolhirwen. "I was only a tiny child then, and so barely recognised him when we were reunited only hours ago. But apparently he journeyed to see the Elves in the western country, and then came back east to Gondor. The guards did not let him in because his father had been accused of treason against the Steward Denethor II. He rode back west, and I know nothing of his life since then.

"But enough about me! I would like to hear what you have been doing with your life since our journey to Cirith Ungol." Laitalathion returned with a tray of drinks, and Bragolhirwen lifted down two glasses, sliding Elentari's lemon drink along the bar. "So what have you been up to?" she asked, sipping her white wine spritzer and waiting for her friend's reply.

[Lyra Greenleaf]

Lyra jumped up and down. "West Ham 1, Chelsea 0!" she yelled, receiving some funny looks- and a glare from the Saucepan man. It looked very out of place on him. What am I talking about? she wondered to herself, but nevertheless it felt right.
"I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air-" she began to sing, as glasses around the room smashed in their owners' hands.

Suddenly she saw a familiar face from across the room.
"Earwen!" she called, waving madly.

[elven maiden Earwen]

After The SaucePan Man and Eärwen drifted apart she went to sit on a couch. In the morning she awoke. O my gosh I must have fallen asleep she thought. Maybe I should go find someone to talk to. She walked off.

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"Hi Lyra" she said walking over to her

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[ElentariGreenleaf]

"As you know," replied Elentari. "I became the Spider Slayer of Mirkwood. A grand title for me, for I have never accounted myself high in the world. I have spent my time killing the re-grouping spiders. But now, I am afraid you have missed out on another adventure with me, for I am to travel to the Blue Mountains with a group of Men, Elves and Dwarves who wish to rid the land of..."

"Of what?" asked Bragolhirwen intently. "What is it you hunt?"

"A dragon," replied Elentari gravely. "But I am afraid all the places are taken. I would have asked you to accompany me, had I have known your wereabouts..."

[Lyra Greenleaf]

How are you, darling? Love your dress. Mwah mwah" said Lyra, going for the 'Hollywood actress' style.

"Are you enjoying yourself? Had any interesting dance partners?" she asked, with a smile, grabbing a glass of punch from a server who just happened to be walking past. She sniffed it. Hmmm...smells like alcohol. Oh well! she thought, taking a gulp.

[Sophia the Thunder Mistress]

Sophia giggled at Saucepan's antics as she and Diamond tried to escape his deadly humor. She felt a little funny, so she drank two tall glasses of water as they talked and ate wondering, is it possible to be dehydrated in a Roleplay?

Saucepan cracked another evil joke and Diamond groaned. Sophia began looking around, feeling very restless. Why did she feel like she was talking with two people who weren't even there? Just then Alatariel spied her from across the room. She hurried over to the table where they all sat together and whispered something excitedly into Sophia's ear.

Her eyes widened considerably as she heard what Alatariel had to say. She cast a curious look back toward the table where Fin was sitting, chatting up Thoriel and receiving jealous looks from Chicken. Donlammenion and Niluial had joined them at the table, and were seemingly wrapped up in each other (to Sophia's very great surprise...?). Sophia gestured toward the little group, a wicked grin spreading across her features. Alatariel nodded again.

Giving an apologetic look to Saucepan and Diamond she said, "Please excuse me, it seems I have very important things to do..." They nodded agreeably, as people who are absent in spirit are wont to do, and wished her good luck in her mischief. "I will be around later, you know," she told them for good measure, "if you are."

She and Alatariel left the table, and headed for the bar, where they picked up that bottle of Mudwater that Diamond had earlier declined and headed resolutely toward the table where Fin sat, leaned back in his chair, with a confident grin on his face.

"Have a drink?" Sophia asked innocently.

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[elven maiden Earwen]

"I'm great this party is so much fun. I actualty dance with The SaucePan Man. It was quite fun. When I arrived 2 nights a go I danced with a man named Talômi. He was quite nice. You look great but how much fun are you having" she said as grabbing an acoholic beverage. O well what can a little bit of achol do? she thought.

[Sophia the Thunder Mistress]

Fin gave Sophia a suspicious look as she carefully kept the label of the bottle turned away from him. His eyes followed her hands as she poured out a large glass and slid it across the table to him. Fin's eyes narrowed as he looked from the glass to her angelically smiling face. He carefully slid the glass back.

Sophia laughed, exchanging a knowing look with Alatariel and Thoriel. "Don't you trust me?" she asked him playfully, procuring more glasses from somewhere. She poured one for herself and two more for the other girls.

Fin grinned, "Not after that incident with Annunfuiniel and the brown powder," he countered. Niluial and Donlammenion looked up and laughed at them. Sliding the glasses to each respective person, Sophia lifted hers and took a small sip. The Mudwater burned the inside of her mouth. She nearly gagged, but somehow managed to swallow straightfaced. This stuff must be half paint thinner! she thought. Alatariel snuggled up close to Fin's side and raised her glass.

Looking from one to the other, Fin picked up his glass and gave it a cautionary sniff. Apparently throwing caution to the wind he raised the glass and drained it. The girls winced. Fin's face contorted but he swallowed it. Wide-eyed he looked at Sophia and silently pushed his glass back over the table to her. She refilled it.

Chicken experimentally stuck his beak out toward Thoriel's glass. Thoriel swatted it away. "Don't you know that stuff'll kill you?"

[mark12_30]

Easing anonymously into a shadowy corner where he could watch the proceedings, LinGalad surveyed the party and resisted the impulse to scratch his head (having just washed and braided his hair.) There were happily chatting couples scattered about; some were dancing; some were saying more with their eyes than with their -- ah-- conversation. Some were haphazardly in custody of varying beverages.

Several rather young maidens were unceremoniously draped hither and thither in various stages of consciousness. He wondered who was looking after them and if they knew about their state of inebriation, and frowned. He decided to remain quite in control of himself in case it happened that somebody else-- er-- wasn't.

He sat back and sighed. The fellow who had been responsible for orchestrating the fine comb-and-paper solo was sitting near two ladies who groaned repeatedly. LinGalad frowned, unable to discern the cause of their pain and hoping that there was nothing distressing about the food or the drink. Worried anyway, he decided to err on the side of catioun. Besides, you never knew when someone would need an escort home from one of these gatherings. Sobriety would be his the order of the day.

He returned his attention to The Saucepan Man and decided that despite the groaning companions, he must introduce himself to the comb-and-paper songwriter/ composer. He took another look askance at the fellow's odd accoutrments, thinking that perhaps the fellow had been afraid of an eruption of drunken violence amidst the revelry, and had invented some makeshift body armor from kitchen hardware.

LinGalad nodded approvingly; in a pinch, safety mattered more than fashion. He was starting to like this fellow.

Hesitantly, LinGalad emerged from the shadows, went to the bar and bought a fruit juice with a few drops of wine for sparkle, and then headed over to where The Saucepan Man and Diamond were chatting happily.

"Greetings, and well-met," he said politely, with a slight bow to each of them, and a gentle smile. "I failed to introduce myself before. I am LinGalad of Greenwood, or Mirkwood as it was once known."

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[Niluial]

Niluial sat at the table wanting to die of laughter. *he he did you see he face* she wanted to say to Don. But Don also had an amused look on his face! Sophia looked at Niluial and gave her a look almost to say don’t make fun of him he is not happy, but I know it is hysterical. Chicken experimentally stuck his beak out toward Thoriel's glass. Thoriel swatted it away. "Don't you know that stuff'll kill you?" While all the commotion was going on Don took Niluials hand under the table and held it tight.

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[Laiquendi]

Lalaith sat in a dark corner, watching everyone dance and having fun. She held an nearly empty glass in her hand. She was slightly nervous as she knew no-one, but holding her elven stance she didn't show it and appeared to be calm and confident.

She tucked a piece of braided hair behind a slightly pointed ear and finished off her drink, enjoying the little amount of the party she had seen already.

[Hirilaelin]

"Well," Hiri muttered to herself, "alcoholic beverages are out. Though I'm not sure what else there is to drink." She had finally found some asprin, and her headache was rapidly diminishing.

"Hmm... The floor seems a bit more stable. Perhaps a dance is in order. Now, I only have to find a partner. Sitting attractively in this chair doesn't seem to be working though, and these heels..." Again, she regretted her descision to wear the things. Slipping one off of her foot, she eyed the shoe. "I mean, really, this thing could be a weapon. At least to the wearer..."

[Helkahothion]

Anuion thought that the party was booming, but the dance floor was slowly emptying. What could he do to make it a little more worthwhile? But the answer already rang trough the dance floor.

THE MACARENA!

"Everybody in line!!!" Anuion shouted as his hands waved his hands to the beat.

And moments later everybody was standing in a square from, doing the Macarena. Anuion spotted Aman and Cuthalion a few rows back. Happily joining in. Everybody got the dancing fever for the 3 minutes Macarena. Soon after, the disco hits came pouring in and Anuion screamed along with the lines of the Beach boys.

(Okay sorry about that)

[Salocin]

While most of the guests errupted into a boisturous, if unorderly, version of the Macarena, ashadowy figuer in a dark, hooded robe hurried into the building. "Ah, good. I seem to have avoid the Red Carpet crowd." he comented as he checked his weapons; a sword, dirk, and some knives all made in the same, tarnished silver style.

After picking out a few choice deserts, he settled into a lonely, well as lonely as could be found at such a party, corner on a stool and leaned back against the wall for a snooze, waiting for the awards to start.

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[kittiewhirl1677]

The stranger turned out to be her previous dance partner, and he told her that she passed out while drinking.

She swore never to get drunk again. She never had before now, and she wouldn't any more. Her smooth portion of coke glided down her throat, soothing it. When she was done, Anuion left.

She suddenly felt lonely again, and walked off to the dance floor to seek company. In a corner, she noticed someone sleeping.

"No, it can't be!" She said quietly in surprise.

She had to take four looks to finally realise that it was Menelien!
She walked over and shook her.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!"

Menelien stirred, and looked up sleepily.

"What? Who are you? What's going on? What did I miss?"

Eladoriel laughed at her friend's eager but sleepy manner.

"Come now, Menel, get up! Let's go find ourselves some conversation and some dance partners. I'm so happy I found you! I was SO bored... after passing out from getting drunk, that is..."

"Oh, I did too a while back. Not very pleasant."

"Er...Yeah."

Menelien let out a chuckle, and with that the two of them made their way through the dance floor and to the bar.

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[Donlammenion]

Don took Niluial's hand in his and gave it a reasuring but gentle squeeze.

Then in one fluid motion puled her from the sofa.
"Don?"

"well i want to get you all to myself for a bit. Lets start with a slow dance then who knows."

"well if you like i could do with a drink to!"

With this the elven lord and his date left for the bar then the dance floor.

[GaladrieloftheOlden]

Eladoriel having woken her up and then walked away, Menelien pretending to follow her... It feels like I have turned temporarily invisible! thought Menelien. Then she realized why, upon looking down at her finger and seeing a beautiful gold ring on it. Not this trinket again! she went and deposited it onto the lap of the nearest sleeping Downer. She sat down, ordered a drink, stubbed her toe (a few times), and waited for somebody to talk to her as the strains of "Surfin in the USA!" floated over to her table. Funny to think, but, what exactly is the USA? The name sounds strangely familiar... she pondered. She still waited for somebody, hopefully a handsome man, to walk over to her table.

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[kittiewhirl1677]

Eladoriel walked off happily, thinking Menelien was beind her.

"Hey, Menel, let's sit here...Menel?"
She turned around, and realized that she was alone.

"Menel! Where'd you get off to now..."
Walking off, stomping angrily, she stomped on a golden knife just lying on the floor, and cried out in pain. The knife sliced right through her golden sandal.

People turned and stared, and some ran over to help her.

She could now see Menelien, barely disturbed, drinking more and more alcoholic beverages. She was now the only one undisturbed.

Ack! She's drunk. No wonder. Gotta get her away from that alcohol.

Eladoriel then remembered about the cut on her foot, and realized that the pain was still edging through her nurves.

She suppressed another scream, and the result was the start of crying. She just sunk down on the floor, forgetting that there were people crowded around her, watching...staring.

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[the real findorfin]

Fin finished his third glass of whatever Sophia had found at the bar. It was attrocious but Fin could not stop, his pride would not let him.

As the fourth was poured, he asked Sophia, "would you like another as well."

"No its ok, I haven't got the stamina you have."

"Well thats true," he thought. I am the lord of Mirkwood most known for his parties.

He downed then next glass, slouching further in his chair.

H ewatched Chicken fail to win Thoriel time and time again and decided to act before he burst into laughter.
"Chicken, my goose...I mean good friend. Take aglass and drink with me, to the health of these fin...(oh wait thats me) fine ladies."

He raised his glass and drained it down.

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[Niluial]

Don gently pulled Niluial to the bar. “Oh bartender two glasses of wine for me and my lady!” Don said! Don handed Niluial the glass of wine. And the both walked of to the dance floor. Don put his arms around Niluials waist and pulled her closer and then kissed her. They both danced while sipping there wine. Niluial whispered in Dons ear “Lets go some where private Don!”

[Laiquendi]

She laughed, watching everyone do their own version of the macarena. She even spotted the only person she knew: Aman.
Hearing a yelp of pain she turned to see the girl on the floor, she was just about to get up and help when others dashed to her side. A waiter came over and filled her glass.
"Thanks" she muttered.

She glanced at everyone dancing.
"Looks like fun." she thought. "I should really try to join in"
She smiled to herself and downed her drink.
"Well it's a party after all, and what type of person would i be if i wasn't drunk??" She laughed.

[Hirilaelin]

"Ah, to heck with it!" When she heard the macarena Hiri kicked her shoes off, and rushed onto the dance floor.

After several frenzied moments of macarena, Hiri spotted Amanaduial. Making her way towards her through the crowd, Hiri shouted through the chatter, "Aman! I've been looking for you!"

[Donlammenion]

Don was almost nocked to the floor when Niluial kissed him it was so unexpected yet so wanted.

"Nil you have made me the happiest elf lord of mirkwood ever" said Don almost choking on his words.

"lets go somewhere private Don" these few words came out as readily as the kiss.

Don became speechless until he said "Lets, the clamor of the past 3 days is starting to make me in need for some quiet and one to one company"

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[kittiewhirl1677]

Eladoriel was helped up, and murmered a quiet thankyou to the waiter. The moment she stood up though, she fell back down. Her foot hurt too much. She fell into a quiet cry again, feeling invisible, although many were still crowded around her and staring.

[Nuinatariel]

Yawning, Lëowen brushed a strand of her dark hair out of her eyes. Lifting her head, she stared around in confusion until she remembered where she was. The dance floor was filled with people doing the macerana. "What did I miss?" she asked groggily.

[Niluial]

Niluial stood there smiling at Don she could see that her actions had made him speechless, but he broke the silence by saying "Let the clamour of the past 3 days is starting to make me in need for some quiet and one to one company.”
Niluial loved romantic moments!

Don took Niluials hand and guided her outside.
“Don where exactly are we going?” Niluial said laughing.
“I am taking you through my private secluded woods”
“But Don! That sounds like miles away.. not in these shoes! And my dress is uncomfortable to walk in, and my…”
“Shhh… its called a carriage!”
“Oh.. that sounds umm rather nice!”
Don helped Niluial up into the carriage. “Take us to My woods” Don exclaimed!
And off they rode…

[Diamond18]

After making her way ever so slowly across the room in a mode that was reminiscent of a Baywatch spinoff series titled “DenimBandedDiamondPlatedWristwatch”, Diamond picked up a giant soft-pretzel covered in sugar and cinnamon, and sat down at The Saucepan Man’s table. They had a rousing good one-way conversation for a time, and then Sophia joined them. The Saucepan Man dazzled them with his catalogue of bad puns (not to mention his oft mentioned shiny accoutrements). Diamond groaned at the terrific awfulness of the word play, and rewarded him with a booking or two all the while.

Sophia eventually could not stand the magnificence of Saucepan Man’s poor paronomasia, and got up to work mischief in other quarters. Along came a Mirkwood Elf by the name of LinGalad, who politely introduced himself and begged for the pleasure of listening to the witty dialogue.

Diamond was momentarily distracted as she noticed Sophia filching a bottle of ‘Mudwater to feed to her unsuspecting (well, maybe he was a little suspicious) friend Fin. Diamond watched in anticipation for the fainting spell which usually occurred, but was flummoxed to see the Elf Lord down three glasses of the nocuous liquid with a few debonair devil-may-care gulps. “Amazing,” she murmured under her breath. “I’ve seen grown Elves and Men and Half-Elves and Half-Men become temporary amnesiacs at the mere sniff of the stuff!”

These manly (or I should say, elfy) drinking heroics became dull after a moment or two, however, and she turned her attention back to her tablemates.

“I’m quite glad you joined us, LinGalad,” The Saucepan Man said with a snicker, obviously enjoying his day in the sun before the most anticipated arrival of Stephanos "The Punwraith Fugitive" Rimbaud. Then it occurred to Diamond that perhaps Rimbaud’s absence did indeed have something to do with justice finally catching up with him. (For anyone who changes names at the drop of a frogleg does indeed deserve to be detained by grey-clad men and beaten soundly with flaming trout).

“Thank you, I’ve been lurking for a while,” LinGalad explained, bringing Diamond's wandering mind back to the sort-of present, “but it’s nice to mingle for a change.”

“Eh?” Saucepan cupped a hand to his ear. “You say you need change for a single?”

Diamond groaned, then turned in her chair, so that the radiance from her diamond-studded mithril necklace would bounce off the mirrorball into his pans and up into his eyes, just so. He winced, wondering why sitting with Diamond always had to be so painful.

At that moment the magically changing music changed once again, and over the speakers blared Third Eye Blind singing, Blinded, quickly followed by Manfred Man belting out Blinded By the Light and so and so and so forth, till every song that had ever been written that dealt with loss of sight had played. This didn’t take as long as you’d think.

[Laiquendi]

She had managed to down a few more drinks. She looked out on the dance floor, which was now spinning.
She tried to get up, maybe to dance, she didn't know, but she fell onto the floor.
Pulling herself back to her chair she hoped nobody had noticed. That was NOT dignified for an elf, she hoped she didn't remember that in the morning.

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[Sophia the Thunder Mistress]

As Fin got progressively drunker, Sophia continued to sip at her glass of Mudwater. Apparently the stuff was not an aquired taste, for three quarters of the way to the bottom of the glass she was still as disgusted as after the first sip. Her tongue burning, Sophia noticed the room beginning to slide out of focus. Wah! The bartender was right! This is some potent stuff!

She watched Fin and Chicken spar over Thoriel for a minute or two before slurring gently. "Hey, sir... hello." Fin looked up surprised. "I'm over here!" she said, feeling somewhat silly. Fin raised his eyebrows as though she'd just told him something he hadn't expected to hear.

"You are." he observed brilliantly. "Right over there!" and pointed at her. "Want to come over here?" he asked absently.

After a long moment of consideration Sophia nodded. The chair on Fin's left was empty, and she wandered over to it, taking rather longer than necessary. She sat down, and rested her head on his shoulder. She looked around the room again. "What's that Chicken trying to do to Thoriel?" she asked Fin, in a tone of great concern.

"Oh, you know... this and that." he replied. She was greatly relieved to hear this and snuggled closer to his shoulder.

[Marileangorifurnimaluim]

Unbidden, a minstral wandered into the party. The music hushed as if by some unseen power. He quietly tuned his strings, as the crowd only slowly registered his existence. A wave of quiet preceeded him, though here and there drunken guests continued their revelry unaware of the mysterious visitor.

The world of men shall never know
the life of a prince of elves.
Ambition human princes show
Their battles lost, their victories won!
But the elven prince is little more
than just another father's son.

The world of men shall never see
the life of a prince of elves.
Yes, kings, our princes plan to be
Their fortunes great, their troubles small!
But immortal son, he never dreams
to rule his father's realm at all.

The world of men shall little heed
the death of a king of elves.
A price too high for noble seed
His immortal father, through chance is dead.
And in a cruel, double blow
unbidden kingship bows his head.


As the spell breaks, the guests who were near, and sober enough to hear, glance about -- and the Uruk-hai appeared to throw him out… but the minstrel was nowhere to be found.

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[Nuinatariel]

After a few minutes of waiting for someone to tell her what she had missed, Lëowen assumed that she hadn't missed anything and got up. Rubbing her stiff neck, Lëowen swore not to ever fall asleep on a bar again.


Walking across the dance floor, she stopped for a moment to yell at the top of her lungs, "DO THE WAVE FOR BOROMIR THE DISCO KING!" Before ducking out of the way and continuing her journey to no where. A flash of yellow caught her eye. A chicken! Smiling, Lëowen walked over to where the chicken sat, gazing wistfully at an guest she knew to be Thoriel.

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[Iarwain]

Iarwain snapped out of his trance-like reverie instantly at the sound of the beautiful music that had just been sung. He looked about him for Goldberry, but no doubt she was wandering elsewhere, perhaps even back home. It seemed a thousand years, or perhaps only a few seconds, since he had last taken notice of the people around him. Almost drunkenly he stumbled around to the nearest group of people, which turned out to be Diamond18 and the Saucepan Man. He was just about eo enquire Saucepan about the finding of that magical pot when a blinding flash of light filled him with thoughts of starlight at the world's beginning. This flash was, of course, from Diamond's exquisite diamond studded mithril necklace. Suddenly Iarwain broke out in a merry laugh, saying:
"That's quite a pretty toy, m'lady! It brings me back to the days of youth when first mighty Isil brought his face up above. There was battle in the heavens in those days..." and with that he sank back into thought, perhaps to wander through that vast memory for an age more.

[Samwise]

"That depends. Who are you enquiring of?" she replied pleasantly.

"Um...." Mimi tried to think of the description she had been given. "Well, a rather large group, actually..." she realized then how silly that sounded in this place.

"Um...a human woman, three hobbits...an Elf lord...what was his name...El--Elrond...and a boy in a--erm--well, a hovering chair of sorts...he's a paraplegic. "

Mimi blushed a little, realizing how absolutely ridiculous this sounded.

[Helkahothion]

Anuion abandoned Maika and with a humble appolagie he left for Durelin. He found her a few moments later. He dragged her away to a more quite place.

"I believe that the party needs some lighting up. How about it. I think the time is ripe for our little sceem."

Anuion rubbed his hands.

"Oh boy, Bethberry is going to skin me alive hehehehe." He thought to himself.

[Marileangorifurnimaluim]

Trenton stroked his fine embroidered vest and sauntered towards the bar, giving one of the hobbit dancers a lascivious smile. But he already had what he came for: he fanned himself playfully with the sought after Shire phone number. He leaned over over the short shield-maiden in the horn-rimmed glasses; uncharacteristic for a shield-maiden, she was hurriedly scribbling notes. (Most of that type couldn't read.)

"Well, now. Having fun are we?"

"I have seventeen scrolls of notes -- already." The shieldmaiden shoved her glasses back up her nose, looking harried.

[Durelin]

Rytien, once again eating, sat at a table and watched the people waltzing. She always checked out the couples so she could sneer in disgust. Then Maika dancing with Anuion danced by. She looked...happy!? How the heck could she be...well, Rytien was only seeing Helka's view on the situation... Rytien shook her head. As the waltz ended, she finished her grilled salmon and rose to find Anuion. But, as he moved into view doing the macarena, she sat down again. She stared at the floor for the song. She didn't want to risk a glance in case Anuion was in her line of sight. She could just imagine him doing the macarena, and that made her stomach turn.

Once again, when the song ended, she rose, only to find the stupid elf yelling along to a Beach Boys song. She hoped he only knew the first verse, but then he started on the second. Rytien couldn't take it anymore and she stalked over to him. But, before she could get to him he found her and dragged her off to a corner or something.

"I believe that the party needs some lighting up. How about it. I think the time is ripe for our little sceem."

"Sure, elfy boy, but try to spell 'scheme' right from now on. Now, stop rubbing your hands together, it's disturbing. Anuion's hands fell to his side. "Okay. What exactly do you have in mind. When we talked before, you really didn't come across very well. Tell me again what you had in mind, and I will improve upon it."

[ May 03, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]

[Annunfuiniel]

Isilmë was just having a most enjoyable chat with Talômi as she suddenly heard a double peep coming somewhere near. It took her couple moments to realize that the peeping was actually coming from her. This realization caused Isil firstly to blush once more and secondly to start a rash rummage through her hems. Finally she reached her phone and saw an icon implying she had received one message. Apologizing she turned away from her companion and read:

Dear Isil,how's the party doing?Here:total chaos!Anna killed off my mouse and Andy did the same to the internet connection.Kids...

The peeping sound was repeated right after Isil had finished reading the first text.

Still it's shame they're leaving tomorrow!I'll miss them deeply.Though I hope to make it back to the party then...See U!~A

Isil grinned recalling The Saucepan Man's pan-dance but shivered as her mind shifted to the horror picture of people Doing the Macarena. 'If you only knew, Annunfuiniel...' Then she composed a concise note:

Dear Annun!Quite a lot is going on but be certain I'll give you a full report as you return.Hope to see you soon.-Isil

After this minor incident Isil turned back to Talômi, gave him one of her most charming smiles, and their conversation went on.

[Diamond18]

Suddenly, the “shieldmaiden” felt a tug at her leather skirt. She looked down and saw a Hobbit hiding underneath the bar, with eyes as wide as saucepans, but not nearly as shiny (for she had most certainly not been drinking!) The Hobbit looked weary, and she spoke in a frightened whisper, “I came to this party because I was told a woman in a breastplate wanted to give a donation to the Garden Club, or something of that sort. Are you the one who wanted to talk to me?”

“Well, I…” Maril began nervously.

The Hobbit interrupted her hastily, “Please! I have been hiding here for three days, watching the most flagitious display of drunken wantonness imaginable. I have thus far eluded capture, but I fear in the depths of my heart that if I am discovered, I will be forced to drink ‘Mudwater and dance on the bar in shoes!”

“What is you name?” Maril asked suspiciously.

“Lousewort Chastitybelt, Secretary of the Garden Club. And I must be getting home soon, for I’ve left my husband Oleo alone for three days, and who knows what harm has come of my absence!”