The Barrow-Downs' Third Birthday Party and Downie Awards

[Lyra Greenleaf]

Staring around Lyra spotted the disappearing Stryker.
"Aha" she said, going over to him. "No running off this time, sonny jim. You're dancing with me whether you like it or not"
Then she grabbed his hand, and despite her diminutive stature physically dragged him onto the dance floor. As they danced she saw Rytien and Anuion plotting in the corner. She knew what Rytien looked like being evil and she definitely was.

Ignoring them, Lyra asked Stryker "So, how do you like the BDs? Where are you from?"

[Helkahothion]

Anuion punched the girl back and took her aside once more.

"Listen, Beth seemed to be dozing of. Ill just go over to the shed and act as bait. Afterwards, you nick some arrows and hide them underneath the table with the Balrog wings. We will just set it off from under there. I wonder if those Balrog wings will fly hehehehehehe. Well then, off we go."

Before Rytien could say anything, Anuion walked carefully over to the shed. He waited for Bethberry to turn her back to him and he ran over to the shed. With a pin from his pocket he started to pick the lock. He managed to get it open, but still no sign from Bethberry. Anuion decided to push his luck and set one foot across the doorstep.

"Anuion son of Helkahothion! What on Middle Earth do you think you are doing? If I capture you stealing any fireworks, I will hang you from your ears you little rascal!"

"That is some tongue you got there Bethberry. I did not know you where such a fierce vixen." Anuion said while hinting Rytien.

"You don't trick me Anuion. You are the same bandit as that father of yours. Yes I do know Helkahothion. He has trashed up many threads with of-topic posts. Although he has apologized for that. Now get out of the shed."

"Listen Beth, it is not what you think. It is just that I wanted to test it for its safety and check if the guard was capable of its duties. I had not much of a doubt of course of you capability, but I thought I might just do it just in case."

"You talk swiftly Anuion. But how come I don't believe you?"

"You don't believe me? I'm just trying to be nice. How about I buy you a drink eh? Come on. One drink won't hurt. Come on. Let's go to the bar eh?"

As Anuion was trying to divert the attention from Bethberry, Rytien was already at her post and took action.

[dragoneyes]

Thoriel pushed Chicken off her once again, she wasn't quite sure what his intentions were and she doubted that Chicken himself knew either. Her brain was a little fuzzy from the Mudwater, she couldn't for the life of her remember what possessed her to drink so much of it, her throat was still sore from it. She could only think that she really needed a glass of water right now, so she looked over towards Fin and asked him to dance. That wasn't what she'd wanted but she supposed it would have to do, they could dance their way over to the water.

Fin accepted Thoriels request to dance and so had Sophia, much to Thoriel's surprise. All three of them got up and went for their partner to dance, there was a small jumble around until away from the table danced Thoriel and Sophia with Fin swinging Chicken around close behind.

[Durelin]

What in the hell am I doing, Rytien thought as she walked carelessly toward the shed so as to arouse no suspicion. She stopped against the wall near it, waiting for Anuion to move away from the shed, leading Beth. She then leaned against the shed and casually pulled open the already unlocked door. Wouldn't you know Anuion would have a hair pin... She slipped in, looking for the 'arrows' Anuion had talked about. She settled for a few long tubular things in reach. They had points on the end, so Anuion was dim enough to automatically call them that.

Smoothly coming out of the shed as carelessly as she had gone in, she closed the door quietly and went back to leaning against it, the 'arrows' held against her back. Rytien switched the three of them into one hand and used the other to lock the door again. With the fireworks still behind her back she slid across the front of the shed, around the side, then, once she reached the wall, she darted to a nearby table, ducking underneath the long table cloth. Examining Anuion's so-called arrows and wondering how the heck the plan had worked, she waited for him to stop yelling back and forth with Bethberry.

[Samwise]

Stacey woke up on the couch.

"What on earth..."

She rubbed her eyes and sat up. The last she remembered, she had heard Mimi's voice and gone off to meet her.

"Oh, boy...I hope she didn't get lost." she muttered, hoping they served coffee at the bar and heading for it.

[Stryker Stormeye]

"It's a fun place to be," Stryker replied, "I was born in Rivendell, but now I live in Gondolin."

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Rie and Nuru laughing at him. Oh well, he thought, let them laugh.

[Durelin]

Oh, yeah, Anuion could get the balrog wings.

He can make them fly too.

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[Schmendrick]

Isilmë felt a bit dizzy. Just a moment ago she had had the weirdest feeling - it was as though she was only a puppet on a string and somebody else was pulling the cords! It all had started, when she had got a couple of messages from her friend Annunfuiniel.


Oh well, she was probably just too tired. But still, something else seemed to be wrong, too... Talômi had been sitting silently beside her for what seemed like several hours! What is this new devilry? Isilmë thought to herself. I'd better rest a little. And with that she closed her eyes and - to Talômi's utter surprise - fell fast asleep...

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[Samwise]

Sam woke up with a headache. What in the world had happened? The farmiliar smell of dirt came to his nostrils, and he opened his eyes.

Wherever he was, it was dark, and he could make out the farmiliar shapes of shovels and rakes around him.

He tried to get up, but his hands were tied, as were, as he soon discovered, his ankles. There was the dry taste of something cotton in his mouth.

Oh, not again... he thought. At least he hadn't woken to an Orc standing over him this time. NOW what was he supposed to do? And where were Mister Frodo and the others??

[the real findorfin]

FOR DONLAMMENION

As Don helped his date into the gold gilt carriage he caught the look of suprise on her face as she saw a bunch of roses only found in rivendell. "oh don you really know how to make a elf feel special"

"Looking at you is more than enought reason to lavish you with gifts" he said

"Please ride with me to my secluded woods and walk with me there" he asked formally.

"I would be delighted," she replied.

The carriage pulled off and the two elves held each other, looking up at the stars through the carriage window.

[Lyra Greenleaf]

"Anything else to add to our sparkling conversation?" Lyra asked with a smile. "Such as why are those, ahem, girls giggling at you? Is it because I'm short?" Offended, Lyra peered up at Stryker.

[Helkahothion]

Anuion bought Bethberry a glass of wine and talked to her for a few minutes so he would not act suspicious. After 5 minutes, he ditched Bethberry and went over to the table with the Balrog wings. He saw Lyra standing alone and winked at her.

"Just give me a minute Lyra, I have to take care of some business." Anuion said to her and he ducked under the table.

"I got them. These the ones you wanted?"

"Oh yeah. Good job. Here, I got a box of matches. I thing that if we tie them to the insides of the table paws, it will send the table skywards. Yeah like that. Good job. Okay here is your match. Got it? Okay three...two.... one blast of!

Underneath the table, a large fire started. Sparks shot from under the table and everybody backed away. In the rumours Anuion and Rytien crawled from underneath the table and joined the group that had formed around the table. Anuion stood next to Lyra.

"What on earth did you do this time?" Lyra exclaimed.

"Absolutely nothing Lyra. Oh look the table is moving."

With a loud shrieking noise, the table started to jet upwards. It flew high into the hall and the Balrog Wings where scattered across the room. Just when it was about to crush into the ceiling,

BANG BOOM KALBANG!!!!

the arrows exploded into a gigantic beautiful fireworks display. Everybody had their mouths open as the beautiful stars coloured the ceiling yellow, red, blue and purple. Two minutes later, it was over. Anuion looked at Rytien and they both laughed. Anuion escorted Lyra to the bar and ordered them both a cool relaxing drink.

[GaladrieloftheOlden]

Menelien's eyes started to glaze over, as she sat in the corner, consuming some vodka, a slightly sipped glass of beer on the table in front of her. She had a vague feeling that she shouldn't be drinking so much, but there was nothing else to do, and she could bother about the hangover later... remembering about the hangover, she began to fervently (and rather suddenly) hope that soon somebody would come over to take away her drinks, as she kept on sipping.

[Lyra Greenleaf]

"Thank you, Anuion" said Lyra number two, unwilling to admit to the (normally) nice Elf that she was already dancing. The trials of being popular she thought with a sigh, smiling as Rytien joined them.

"Well you two certainly made the party go with a bang" she said with a wink. "Mat would be very pleased with you" she adressed to Rytien with a grin.

[Samwise]

Stacey looked up at the display.
"Wow..."

Looking downward and across the crowd, she saw a pair of farmilar large brown eyes looking upwards.

"Mimi!! " Stacey called, weaving her way through the crowd.

[Durelin]

Rytien followed Lyra and Anuion to the bar, ordering a bottle of vodka and a shot glass and telling the bartender to charge Anuion. Wait? Do you even have to pay? I mean...well...Anyways...

"Mat would be ver pleased with you."

Rytien returned a grin to Lyra, then turned to Anuion, her grin quickly changing into a snarl.

"All of that sneaking and planning for THAT! Why did you bother? I mean, you just come and set them off...what was the point? You are such a fool!" Rytien yelled at Anuion, shaking her fist in fury. "Why, I even got soot on my pants!"

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[One Axe to Rule them All]

once again the dwarf slips back out from his dwarfhole and silently takes the drinks away from Menelien and drinks them all at once.

Well, i'm back! he says, while looking a bit woozy. So, where'd trippo go off to? i've got a bone to pick with that hippo! and did i ever sya that yu're the most beutifull elf i've ever seen missi?

[the real findorfin]

"Why Chicken, you dance divinely," Fin said, as he swung his partner around by his wings.

"Why thank you Fin," the yellow chicken replied. He walked under Fin's arm and then back in time with the music. If Fin had been sober then he would have realised that this was the first time Chicken had actually talked. Apparently, the yellow featherball could only talk when he was drunk.

"You know what."
"What?" Fin asked.
"The alcohol here ins't very strong."
"I suppose you're right," Fin conceeded as he twirled Chicken around. "I havent done anything stupid all night. But the girls, they can't handle drink."

"Sorry, what?" Chicken asked, "I was mesmerised by your eyes."

"They are a strong point," Fin replied.

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[Sophia the Thunder Mistress]

Sophia looked up startled as a large bang went off near the banqueting tables. Her mind no longer on the dance she quickly forgot which foot was her left and which was her right, and soon she and Thoriel were sprawled on the floor wondering what had happened.

Before they had a chance to determine the cause of their downfall, Fin tripped over Thoriel and landed on top of them, with a loudly squawking yellow chicken fluttering down atop the lot. "Mmm..." said Thoriel, in obvious discomfort.

"Er..." said Sophia in total confusion. Just then the fireworks exploded and the room was filled with green blue and orange stars. The three drunken elves and the famous chicken gazed up a them with their mouths hanging open, afterimages lingering in their eyes long after the fireworks had burned out.

"God, I need a drink." Fin said.

[Durelin]

"Bloody stinkin elf," Rytien muttered under her breath and cursing as the elf disappeared in a cloud of magenta smoke. "He's always popping off somewhere. And why the megenta smoke?"

Lyra and Rytien shook their heads together in disgust. "He'll be back...unfortunately. I really should be going too. I'm sorry we haven't really gotten to talk. See ya!"

*Poof* She disappeared in a cloud of green smoke. It was much nicer than magenta.

[Lyra Greenleaf]

Lyra number 2 shrugged. Oh well, it was getting a bit schitzophrenic, and I really can't spell that word! Magenta, green. Suddenly her eyes lit up. This has none of the normal rules. I can do whatever I want!
With a smile to nobody, she disappeared in a cloud of golden, sparkly smoke that left a faint smell of peppermint in the air.

[the real findorfin]

They disentagled themselves, despite Chicken's attempts to remain down beside Thoriel.

Fin led the group over to the bar and ordered shots of whisky all round.
"Come on guys three, two, one."

They downed the shots, Chicken squawking as he finished first.
"Damn poultry!" Fin cried.

"Its because we dont chew," Chicken explained.

"On whisky?" Sophia asked.

"Uh...yes"

"Cool," said Thoriel, a fixed expression of distaste still on her mouth from the whisky
"Everything tastes bad after that awful Mud-water!"

"Can I get you anything," Chicken said quickly, trying to please Thoriel.

"Uh...no" she said carefully, "but thanks for the offer."

Chicken beamed and got the next round of whisky in.

[Samwise]

Stacey finally made her way through the crowd and got Mimi in a hug.

"I'm so glad you made it! "

"What a place!" Mimi said with awe, looking around "...and...indoor fireworks?!"

Stacey shook her head. "Somebody always pulls something. "Come on, let's find the table. Tennyson will be so happy to see you! "

She began to lead Mimi through the crowd, though she was now so disoriented she had no clue where the table was.

[GaladrieloftheOlden]

"Why, Gimli!" Menelien said, blushing. "I get the feeling by the way you're talking that you've consumed more alcohol than is good for you, but I can't really chastise yo for that" she said, slurring her words, and pointing vaguely towards the large pile of broken glass that Gimli had to assume was once a rather round amount of bottles. "But thank you anyway... as for Trippo, I believe he's gone through that hole in the wall he made last night, off with some warg..." she smirked, as did Gimli, though they both actually quite liked the hippo. "So, what would you like to do?" she asked. However, before he could answer, some fireworks went off... inside... as Menelien got up from the floor, rubbing her eyes, she saw a rather guilty looking pair sneaking away from the "scene of the crime", their faces strangely reminiscent of those of Merry and Pippin at a certain part of FotR...

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[Lyra Greenleaf]

Meanwhile Lyra number one was very unsurprised to find herself suddenly dancing with thin air to the faint strains of "Yellow Submarine".
Mindful of the broken glass before she didn't start to sing, but instead bopped her head to the beat, trying to look cool despite her sudden lack of partner. Being a hyperactive Hobbit she didn't manage this very well. She decided to wait until someone came to speak to her. Any takers?

[Niluial]

Don’s body was warm and he held her tight. The stars were so vivid and the moon shone like her diamond necklace. The carriage stopped by the woods. Don hopped out and then help Niluial out. “oh Don it is beautiful!” Nil exclaimed! Don picked Niluial up and ran into the forest. Niluial squealed with laughter. Don twirled Nil around and around and sat her on a rock. Niluial put her fingers through his hair and they kissed with the moonlight shinning upon them.

[Samwise]

Sam struggled to get loose, wondering where Mr. Frodo and the others were and who had done this to him.

Oh, dear...I can just see Tiny Rose shooting arrows left and right now.....
he thought.

Just then his ears picked up voices. He wondered if he should try to make any noise or not.

[GaladrieloftheOlden]

Menelien watched with apprehension as Gimli began to climb onto the table. Something was wrong here... When he got to the top, he stood high, his knees threatening to buckle beneath him, and began to recite:
One Axe to Rule Them All,
One Axe to Find Them,
One Axe to Bring Them All and in the Darkness Bind THem!
In the Land of Mordor,
Where the Shadows Lie.

At this point in the recitation, Menelien could have sworn that she heard
In the Land of Fordor,
Where I Bake Pie. (For readers of Bored of the Rings and Dude, Where's My Ring? [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] )

Pehaps she was a bit tipsy herself, she thought, as Gimli slid to the ground. In fact, she was feeling so out of it that she merely glanced at him, said "Who the hell?", and ran off to join the conga chain. Mabe somebody not all that tipsy would ask her to dance... [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]

[Sophia the Thunder Mistress]

Wiping her mouth Sophia finished the second shot dead last. She set the glass down shakily, not being nearly this heavy a drinker usually. She silenced her liver's uneasy protest and followed the group back to their original table.

They all slumped down back into the chairs and noticed that Alatariel was still sitting there, her head down on the table. Sophia gazed at her for a while, trying to sort out what had put her to sleep. After a while her eyes lighted on the empty glass and the nearly empty bottle of Mudwater beside it. Sophia suddenly understood. Alatariel let out a weak snore.

She turned her attention back to the awakened group. Chicken was looking cozy in Thoriel's lap and she was lazily petting him, while gazing at her empty shot glass wondering where all the whisky had got to.

Fin, apparently jealous of Chicken and Thoriel's cozy arrangement, put his arm around Sophia's shoulders and pulled her closer. She flopped limply into his lap and lay there, looking up at him, and past him at the ceiling, vaguely wondering if anymore fireworks were going to go off.

Fin spoke from somewhere above her, and she felt his hands gently tugging on her hair. "I'm afraid your flowers have been smashed, my dear." Sophia giggled, reaching up to the top of her head and pulling down one of the crushed red blossoms. She stared at it giddily before handing it back up to him. He moved his hand to take the flower from her, but she frowned and caught it back. Pulling it down to her mouth she kissed it lightly. "That's mine." she slurred.

[the real findorfin]

Fin smiled as she kissed his hand.

"I will buy you new ones if you like," he said and, taking the flower, returned it to her hair. Although they were slightly broken, she still looked cute, if less pristine than before.

"Thank you," she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck, "my hero." She kissed him gently on the lips before relaxing on his legs and closing her eyes.

"This party has been great so far," she murmured.
"Yeh, it has," he agreed.

He looked around the table. Alatariel was still sleeping. Chicken was also asleep, his head on Thoriel's lap. She sat there dozing, making sure she didnt crush him.

"I'm glad you came," he said, "it wouldn't have been the same without you." She beamed with happiness.
"For one thing," he continued, "we wouldn't have found Chicken!"
She slapped him playfully, "is that all I'm worth?"
"Sophia, you are worth more than the stars in the sky," Fin said, smiling.
"Drunk, and still the flirt," she said.
"Ever the flirt," he replied and ran his hand through her hair gently.

[GaladrieloftheOlden]

I/Menelien may or may not be able to get on within the next few hours. It depends on my friend's (whose house I'm going to) mood. If he's in a good mood, I will be with you all shortly. If not.... well, I won't. I don't think anyone really cares [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] but I'm posting this anyhow, just in case [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]

[Nerindel]

After Dancing with the charming Findorfin the previous day, Nerindel had received a message, That there was some trouble in Ithilien and she was to see if the rangers needed some help? groaning That she thought the rangers were capable of looking after themselves, she left.

As it happened the Rangers had managed to sort the problem out themselves,'Thank goodness they didn't need my help, I don't know what I could have done is this flimsy thing and me with no sword'she Blushed looking down at her gossamar dress.It had started raining so one of the rangers kindly gave her his weather stained cloak, she thanked him and she rode as quick as she could back to the party.

When she finally arrived, she had the cloak wrapped tightly around her with the hood up, she was now wet and very cold. Shivering she went to the bar, to get something warm to drink. "A Lorien slammer" she shouted across the bar, the bar man slid the small shot across the bar to her she caught it and downed it in one go, she felt the drink slowly warming her insides She slid the glass back "another please", the bar man smiled and poured her another. Feeling warmer now she pushed back her hood and her long dark hair fell about her shoulders, some of the Elanor flowers around her head were now slightly crushed.

She took her glass and turned around to see who was about tonight.

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[the real findorfin]

FOR DONLAMMENION

Don lifted her to her feet and suddenly ran forward. Niluial followed laughing but stopped with a gasp as they ran through a thin screen of bushes. In front of them was a huge pool, a waterfall running down the cliff and emptying with a rush into the deep blue waters.

"Shall we go in, the water is always fine here!"

"Um...I have nothing to wear," Niluial said regretfully.

"Oh well," Don replied and sat down beside the bank. Niluial laughed.

"Your suit wouldn't be so great if you jumped in would it," she said inbetween fits of giggles.

"It'd dry quickly," he said and held her in his arms. The light from the moon and the stars shone on the waterfall, reflecting around the clearing. It was beautiful with the sound of the waterfall and the lights, and Niluial felt that the night was perfect, and said so.

"Tonight is perfect because you are perfect, Niluial!"

She blushed and buried herself deeper in his arms.

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[Oddwen]

"Excuse me," I mutter, and eat my broccoli standing up. The elf glares at me from her seat.
An explosion rocks the hall, and multi-colored fireworks light up the walls in odd colors. A giant magenta mushroom cloud billows upward, and a few extremely drunken hobbits squeal with joy. Everyone is silent for a moment. Then an elf hiccups.
"DO THE WAVE!" I screech in my loudest voice, which is heard by two people.
"Pardon me, were you speaking?" one enquires.
"Never mind. I'm off to the bar to see about some Balrog Wings...I wonder if they have Buffalo style?"

They do! So I nibble at those listlessly and look around. The only person I recognized was the Saucepan Man...he was humming on his comb while a woman beat time on his shoulder-pot.

Several couples are dancing...it's quite mushy really.
"Yo, barkeep! Can I get a some graham crackers and apple juice?"

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[Sophia the Thunder Mistress]

Sophia lay back, and sighed, letting her arms drop from around Fin's neck. The wine had been sweet, and her date was sweeter, and Sophia was very drunk. Fin smiled drowsily, still playing with her hair, and Sophia wondered what had made her let go of him after all. She lifted her arms back up (a tremendous effort) and pulled his face down, kissing him again, longer this time.

When she let go, Fin straightened up. "How about a nap, then?" he asked, still slurring. Sophia nodded absently, but then a stray thought drifted into her head. I am now positioned just like the unfortunate HerenIstarion was yesterday... I am going to need a very talented chiropractor after this.

She looked up at Fin and hiccuped. "Fin, love... I can't sleep here. I'll be permanently pretzel shaped." He laughed softly.

"I'll see what else I can find then." He replied, scooping her up and carrying her into the multiple coat rooms. A quick glance about revealed very few abandoned couches. One in a drafty corner near the door seemed conveniently vacant and Fin set her down on it gently. As he went to sit down beside her he stubbed his toe hard on the bottom of the couch.

Sophia's eyes shot open. Apparently she was drunker than she thought, for she was suddenly tossed high in the air, amid the sounds of Fin cursing in a loud voice. But, no, upon landing she realized that it was merely that Fin's kick had caused the sofa to unfold into a camp bed with a lumpy mattress. Sophia bounced once or twice, and then curled up snugly on the bed, falling nearly immediately asleep.

Fin looked at her for a minute, and laughed, before crawling up beside her and going to sleep himself. Someone, he thought, has to keep her warm with all these drafts. He put his arms around her, and I think that someone is me.

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[Firondoiel]

After a long conversation, Arafangwen and Firondoiel returned to their table. Where Menelien and Gimli were sitting. Both were somewhat tipsy. "Hello guys." Firondoiel greeted her two friends. "Hello *hic* Firon-*hic*-doiel." Menelien greeted back. Firondoiel raised her eyebrows and decided not to comment on Menelien's state. Firondoiel and Arafangwen then took their seats and proceeded to eat their evening meal.

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[Beruthiel]

Tinuialwen had been fast asleep on the couch when and enourmous explosion jolted her out of it. The fireworks had rocketed up to the ceiling and burst into different colours followed by a few laughs from the crowd below.

Tin rubbed her eyes and got up. The party was getting even more lively but Tin still hadn't had a dance yet. She walked over to the bar where lots of elves and hobbits alike were knocking back drinks. The bar keeper walked over to her and asked what she wanted and looking up and down the bar she replied, 'A vodka thanks'

The bar keeper poured her a glass and Tin first took a small sip and then, before she had even set the glass back down, she took a big gulp and began to laugh for absolutely no reason. (Tin really isn't used to alcohol [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img])

[Eruanna]

Her ears still ringing from the noise of the impromptu firework display, Eruanna made her way over to the recently replenished buffet table.

Platters of food agreeable to every species in Middle earth were in evidence upon the groaning tables. To one side she noticed a Gondorian Soldier's helmet, it was filled with ice and three bottles of champagne, unopened nestled inside. The dark-haired elf turned her attention to the victuals. Hmmm.....perhaps she would try some spicy balrog wings, they looked delicious. Putting some onto her plate, she added a spoonful of po-ta-to salad.

Carefully holding the plate in her right hand and cradling a bottle of Dom Perignon in the crook of her left arm, she made her way to a vacant chair on the edge of the dancefloor. Perhaps she would find someone to share the champagne?

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[Nerindel]

She downed her second Lorien slammer and turned back to the barman to ask for another, but he was already there pouring her drink. she smiled and told him just to leave the bottle, "are you sure, it's a mighty powerful drink you know" the barman grinned. "not for an elf, not for an elf my friend" she laughed. laughing he went to serve someone else.

Nerindel turned back to the party, but people were starting to drift off. the music on the dance floor was getting softer. "hmm" she snorted "I've missed the fun again"

[Stryker Stormeye]

Stryker reappeared at the buffet.

Balrog wings are getting kind of old, I think I'll get some lembas instead, he thought. He scooped some onto his plate, then he walked over to a table. Checking under it, to make shure that he wouldn't step on anyone, he sat down.

After finishing his lembas, he got up to look for someone to talk to.