The Barrow-Downs' Third Birthday Party and Downie Awards

[Lush]

"Yes, the music is, *er*...Well, it's not entirely heinous. I've heard Vervet monkey calls that were much worse," Lush babbled, allowing herself to be lead by a path strewn with primroses by a very attractive-looking Diamnond (not that Diamond was unattractive on any other days, but on this particular day Diamond's extreme attractiveness could be constituted as a felony in several states).

"I must say, I'm a bit surprised by the, um, purity of your, ah, pantsuit," said Diamond as she looked Lush over more closely.

Diamond could have sworn that Lush winked at that precise moment, but it was most likely a trick of light caused by a shimmer off the disco ball reflecting off the shiny hair of the delicious wife of Legolas, whose name is too elaborate to pronounce by poor uneducated twerps such as we.

The decorous progress of the two really really really ridiculously good-looking young women was suddenly interrupted as Lush stumbled in her tracks, and sniffed the air, her eyes growing wide.

"S?" She muttered. "S?"

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[Firondoiel]

"I come from Mirkwood as does Arafangwen and..." Firondoiel notes how Niluial is searching the room. "Are you looking for someone?"

[Mithadan]

Mithadan stood by the bar near the entrance to the auditorium. He overheard several people asking when the awards would be presented and laughed. These people didn't know the Barrow-Downs very well. At the rate things were going, the presentation ceremony would begin sometime... he checked his watch... Monday, real time.

He snatched a glass of iced Stolichnaya from a table laden with shotglasses, crackers and caviar. He drained it, his first drink of the day, and grabbed a second to nurse for a bit. Then he grabbed a plate and filled it. All seemed well.

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In an alley behind the hall, an Orc stood guard in front of a service entrance. Suddenly a Hobbit appeared and aimed a rotten tomato at the Uruk. Hobbit aim being legendary for a reason, the tomato struck the Orc full in the face. With a roar, he raced off after the Hobbit.

No sooner had the Orc turned a corner than 6 figures dressed in black moved forward towards the door. Three were short and portly. The other three were tall, muscular and blonde. All were female and all were very determined. Looking about carefully, they opened the door and entered...

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Mithadan stopped by to greet Cuthalion and Maikadilwen. He complimented her striking outfit, then chatted with the two for a bit. He was about to turn away when he felt an overwhelming sensation of innocence radiating from behind him. Turning, he squinted at a nearby figure. His jaw dropped open. No, that was impossible. He sniffed at his vodka suspiciously, then drained it in a single gulp. He rubbed at his eyes, but the figure, and its aura of innocence, remained.

[Lady Alasse]

In the distance a faint spot appeared on the horizon, whatever it was, was approaching fast. Some of the Uruks strained there necks to look above as Lady Alasse arrived riding upon the Lord of the Eagles back. She slid off his back and then walked to his head.

"Thank you so much for giving me a ride." she said and then turned to walk down the hall, but was suddenly blinded by dozens of Cameras going off in her face. Blinking, and blushing at the attention she took one step forward.

She was dressed in a pure white dress that reached to the floor except in the front where it was slightly higher to show of her dainty white slippers- and to keep her from tripping on the gown.

Her waist length brown hair was swept back from her face, and her brown eyes sparkeled with delight as she walked toward the hall. in one hand she held her delicate reed flute. Maybe they would eventually turn of this racket. Oh well every thing was almost perfect.

She finally approached Mithadan.

"So sorry I'm late! something was wrong with our internet server and I couln't get online." she explained.

"thats quite all right." Mithadan replied.

Lady Alasse made her way delicatly over to the buffet. Large crowds always made her nervous. Hmm Balrog wings? yuck! she hated spicy food. Maybe just a quick lemba and a cup of cappuchino did they serve that here?

After gathering her plate of food she made her way over to the table where Frodo Baggins and Maggie where sitting.

"Excuse me, but is this seat taken she asked shyly." and when no one replied she slid into the seat.

"I hope I'm not to late" she thought nervously, "This is my first time at a Barrowdowns Birthday party!"

[Airehiriel]

Airehiriel smiles at Niluial who is searching the room.

"It's nice to meet you, Niluial, but I really must take my leave for a bit. I will be back soon everyone."

She begins to stand and realizes the heel of her shoe is on her dress. She stops mid-way up, looking rather awkward. She tries to be subtle, but the movement of trying to rearrange her feet causes her chair to fall over with a loud clack.

She gives a sheepish smile as she turns to pick up her chair.

"Sorry!" She says and then walks off before she can create another scene.

[Lush]

"Oops," said Lush, momentarily distracted from sniffing the air to try and figure out from where exactly the scent of Eau de Grumpy Bachelor was coming from, to focus in on the open-mouthed Mithadan.

"Take a picture it'll last lon...I mean, how do you do, good Sir?" Lush beamed a pure, naive, chaste, spotless, grin, hoping that he would close his mouth sooner or later, and offer her a drink.

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[Arafangwen]

"Gimli here, well... I'm not quite sure where he's from. But I can tell you right now, that when he's asleep, is when you're happiest! I'm under the impression that Trippo here is a runnaway from a circus, but you can never be sure about these thigs..."

[Niluial]

“Well to be honest, yes I am looking for someone. I am looking for Don, my escort. He went to go talk to a friend and it has been half an hour but still he is not back. But it is fine! I am enjoying your company!” Niluial said. “Oh look at the fashion police, taking pictures at that poor dwarf. Well he doesn’t look to good does he?” Niluial said looking at a strange dwarf dressed in rags.

[Firondoiel]

Firondoiel watched Airehiriel walk away. "I'm going after her. I will return later" She told her companions and then went in search of Airehiriel.

[Salix]

As Salix walked towards the buffet table, she noticed the rather large crowd and decided to head for the strangely empty bar first. When asked for her order, she responded with a "Root beer, no ice." The barkeep was a bit miffed, but gave her the glass. Sipping her drink, she headed for a space in the crowd around the buffet table, and grabbed a piece of cake that mysteriously appeared. Looking around, she headed for an empty table in a corner. Nibbling at the cake, she couldn't help a smile. Boy was she glad that she had a substitute teacher for her last class! Then, almost choking on another mouthful, she noticed Antien, and attempted to slip into the shadows.

[HerenIstarion]

Grey-clad man yawned at the bar "well, things are not done hastily here, as usual" he thought. For the moment he considered the possibility of finding some cosy corner to sleep in, but caught the sight of six figures moving about with the corner of his eye.

"Hm, things are getting curioser and curioser. Are those part of the planned show, I wonder?

[Diamond18]

Diamond seized the awkward silence as if taking the proverbial bull moose by the antlers, and walked up to Mith. She forget the planned kiss and instead booked him with her copy of David Copperfield.

"Pink!" she exclaimed. "Of all the party music in the world, you pick a pack of pickled Pink? Explain yourself, good Sir."

[Belethfacwen]

A yellow taxicab pulled up to the red carpet, which contrary to the start of the party, was now not so congested with party-goers entering. No one took much notice of the plain-looking vehichle that pulled up.

Beleth tossed the driver a few crumpled bills from her black pocketbook before opening the door and gracefully stepping out, despite her ungainly-looking long limbs and delicate shoes she had about her feet. She tossed her deep, wine-red hair behind her shoulder, halfway hoping that that and the unaccustomed cosmetics applied to her face for this special occasion were still in place, though not caring much if they were not.

She was excited. This would finally be her chance to meet some of those seemingly godlike people who lived in this area, and behold their much talked-about beauty and intelligence. Perhaps, if her slightly shy self dared, even introduce herself to some of them?

She smiled as she made her way through the crowd, again, looking surprisingly graceful for her gangly-looking self as she dodged collisions with other party-goers, something inevitable in this crowded hall. She was eagerly looking forward to this celebration and considerably awed by the sheer spectacle of the hall itself and the people currently in it.

[Lyra Greenleaf]

Disgusted with all the boring people who wouldn't join in, Lyra stopped conga-ing and mooched back over to the bar. Hmmm- no headache, no guilt and I don't care if I act stupid. I'm getting plastered! she thought resignedly.
"Make it a biggun!" she said to the barkeep. Taking her drink she went and sat down, all alone. If I was drunker than I was I might start bursting into "All by myself..."

Now on her third drink, Lyra had a brainwave. I know! I'll have a conversation with- myself! After all, I'm now a Took, and everyone knows we're eccentric.
"So Lyra, how are you anjoying the party?"
"It's beautiful Lyra. I mean good."
Ooops, getting a little tipsy...

[Mattius]

Middle-earth's press had begun to talk amongst themselves about the magnitude of stars that had been ariving thus far at the party. Their muttering though slowly began to be drown out by a strange sound, similar to that of a dragon beating his wings.

As they looked skywards they saw a large black helicopter hovering above them and as it got closer they began to hold onto their hats and papers lest they fly off. The chopper landed on the road percfectly so that the door was in line with the red carpet. On the side of the black helicopter was written, in yellow, CHICKEN.

The gasps of the Legalos lovers went up a notch, they loved Orli but Chicken, he was simply something else! After a few moments the door clicked open and out he jumped.

Standing one foot seven inches and completely yellow bar his red head flap stood one of midddle-earths most dangerous, stunning and greatest heroes- Chicken. He wore black shades which only added to his celebrity look. Around his neck he wore a mithril collar which was attached to a leather leash which was held by his body guard and best friend Mattius who stood behind him.

As the two of them strolled in front of the fans and press Orcs dressed in doctors and nurses' uniforms began rushing in to pick up teenage girls who had fainted through the magnitude of the moment- this was Chicken after all.

Unable to speak Chicken allowed Mattius to do the talking,

"We are very happy to be here," said the spikey blond haired young man. "And Chicken loves you all!" This was followed by ear piercing screams and yet more fainting.

Chicken continued to lead Mattius down the red carpet and were greeted by the mods. When the human shook hands with Bethberry Chicken pushed his shades down his nose to take a look at the gorgeous falcon that resided on her arm. In an attempt to impress it he began to dance by doing the moon walk; it didn't seem to work.

As they approached the Orc guards they backed off slightly, Chicken was well known for killing Orcs at the drop of a hat with his bear beak. He gave them a sideways glance before Mattius unzipped his long leather jacket, an extra from The Matrix, and began to extract all of his weaponry. Five shotguns, twenty seven grenades, ten sub-machine guns and three pistols later the two of them wandered into the magnificant hall ready to meet the cream of Middle-earth.

[Hanna_Gamgee]

Hanna gets tired of dancing and heads back to the bar which is empty right now. At the bar she orders another pint of ale for herself and her 2 hobbit friends that she found. Then the three hobbits go to the baffett to get some more food. Then the three of them look around for a table near the music. When they get to the table hanna falls out of her chair and ends up on the floor. "I hope nobody else saw that." she thinks to herself. Then she gets up and sits at the table. Her friends put the mushroom pizza and ale on the table and they chat and watch the festivities.Then they start singing the hobbit drinking song rather loud:

Hey Ho to the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall and wind may blow
But there still be many miles to go
Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain
And the stream that falls from hill to plain
Better than rain or rippling brook

Which annoys the elves sitting at the next table who stare at the three rather drunk hobbits.

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[Mithadan]

Remembering his manners (and smarting slightly from the 'take a picture' crack, as well as the booking), Mithadan smiled and greeted Lush and Diamond. "Diamond," he said. "Looking lovely as ever. Vogonwe worked out quite well as a choreographer. Thank you for the recommendation. I'll get the music changed for you."

Then he turned to her companion. "Lush," he said. "You look so..." "Lovely?" she prompted. "No. I mean yes, but you look so, uh, innocent," he stumbled. He blinked, and wondered if someone was putting him on...

Shaking his head a bit, he continued. "Ladies, the vodka bar is this way and the champagne bar is that way. All else is in the middle. What's your pleasure?"

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[Arafangwen]

"Guys, I think we're still boring." Arafangwen said with a big sigh.

"Firondoiel, do you have any ideas?" she asked her hopefully(man it's hard typing with one hand)

"Or how about you Trippo?" she asked as she looked over to see a giggling Trippo drawing on a still snoring Gimlis face.

"Trippo!" she exlaimed

"What?! What?!" said a funny looking hippo trying to hold back the constant fit of laughter he was in.

"May I join you?" she asked politely.

[Helkahothion]

Anuion was still waving along the dance floor. Aman tapped him on the shoulder and signalled for a break. Anuion stopped dancing and immediately the crowd came back. There where a lot of new people. He was delighted to see that the King and Queen had joined the fest. He went over to the bar to get some drinks, but when he got back, he saw a hobbit sitting by herself. Talking to herself. Anuion knew this Hobbit slightly. He had some conversations with it and liked the hobbit a lot.

"So Lyra, all alone as planned. Maybe Fin has a spare finger for you?" Anuion said while placing a hand on the Hobbit’s shoulder.

"Oh, don't mind me. Just getting myself drunk."

"Don't be silly. You will forget about the party when you’re boozed. Sorry I did not join in to your conga line. I saw it too late."

"It's okay. I was getting tired of the dance floor. So, here with Aman eh? I thought you where just bragging."

"No way Lyra, bless my luck, I got her for this. I am so glad. Just look at her over there. Isn't she just a perfect picture?"

"Aha, someone is developing a crush I should say!" Lyra exclaimed happily.

"Damn right I am. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a lady to attend.

[Diamond18]

Appeased by Mithadan’s unflappable politeness (not to mention the promise of a music change) Diamond smiled sweetly and said, “I think I’ll start out with a simple sample of Dr. Pepper. Shouldn’t really be imbibing alcohol this early in the day… not to say that, being under 21, I ever drink alcohol at all, of course, but… you know… Anyway, I’m glad Vogonwë has been satisfactory. If he gives you any problems I’ll straighten him out.” Diamond tapped her book and smiled. She glanced over to where Vogonwë and Pimpi were sharing a plate of Balrog wings. Or rather, Vogonwë was staring lovingly at his lovely love while she shared the Balrog wings with herself. All seemed ship-shape, and both of the forbidden half-breeds were apparently enjoying themselves.

“I wonder what Lousewort is up to…” Diamond mused, but then shook her head. The old sour-puss could take care of herself, she decided, and meandered over to the bar to get herself a drink.

[Ainaserkewen]

"Sorry about that guys. I had to step out for a minute. One of my teachers found me and I had to go back to class." Ainaserkewen said to her friends still sitting at the table.
"Plus I had to go find Reesha and tell her to hurry up with those interviews." she laughes a litte.
"She's still trying to find Mr. Underhill, oh well."
After having a bit more nectar, her foot starts to tap uncontrolably.
"Man! I'm just ichen ta dance!"

[Arafangwen]

Arafangwen stops doodling on Gimlis face when she relises that she is alone for her entire group has left her.
So, in an effort to entertain herself she draws up all her courage and walks over to Lyra and introduces herself.

"Hello, my name is Arafangwen, and I'm as bored as you look. Would you like to sit and talk with me?" she askes hopefully.

[Arafangwen]

"Ainaserkewen! Come join the only consious member of our little company!" Arafangwen called from across the room.

"Lyra, I'd like to introduce Ainaserkewen. You probably already know her though."

[Talon Stormcrow]

Out of the shadows came a horse that of royal lineage and riding it was an unfamiliar young woman. She had steely grey eyes and flowing raven hair. She is named Talon Stormcrow. Almost unrecognizable without her sword and boots she jumped down from her trusty steed in a very unlady-like fashion. She fixed her dress and paced herself down the red carpet in her black silk gown and black velvet cloak.

As she walked down a reporter asked," Hi Talon! May you grant us the pleasure of an interview?"

"Of course, well, this is my very first time to come to the anniversary! Im a bit nervous but Im expecting to have a great time!"

The reporter continued to ask questions and some Talon was very suprised at! So the reporter soon moved on to the next guest on the red carpet. Talon, making sure she doesnt trip and smiling for the cameras, finally came to the end of the carpet. The huge doors of the Grand Hall in Minas Anor swung open and she took a deep breath and ventured through.

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

Squatter eyed the empty glasses ruefully. Good whisky never seemed to last long enough, and champagne was always a poor substitute. Rising, he deposited his two glasses on another tray, pausing for a moment to note the convenience of its bearer's timing, and made his way back to the bar. Unless he stood there, he reflected, the chances were that someone else with a taste for the water of life might beat him to it and guzzle the lot. Briefly he considered the prospect of watching a live awards ceremony sober and shuddered. "Same again, please," he said briskly. "And could you re-fill the glass if you see it empty? Thanks." A large note and a large glass of whisky changed hands, and Squatter breathed in the heady aroma. This was good stuff: he really ought to congratulate Mithadan on finding it once the Grey Man had finished chatting up the ladies.

And small wonder, he mused as he looked more closely at Number Four's companions and recognition slowly dawned. Some people, he reflected, might be born to run up bar tabs, but others were meant to dress for these events and he could see the poor fellow's reasoning. "What ho, L old thing!" he drawled in Wodehousean tones. "What ho, Diamond! I say, Mith, old boy: are you hogging all the decent girls over there? Excellent scotch, by the way."

Toasting the three figures in jocular fashion, Squatter took another sip of the single malt. The evening was shaping up to be rather fun.

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[Ainaserkewen]

"Oh I've found you at last!" said Reesha, running up to her next interview.
"I'm here again folks with Arafangwen,
How did you chose that name?"

"My name is that of my birth name produced through the Name Generator here at our very own Barrow Downs!
"I believe that's how Ainaserkewen found hers too. And what is your favorite forum here?"

"I would have to say that my favorite forum here in the Barrow Downs is Middle Earth Mayhem, as it is the one where you can relax and not really worry about having 10,000 facts correct. It's mostly just plain fun, while also informative to an extent."
"My favorite, who's your favorite administrator?"
"I would have to say that the Barrow Wight is my favorite. I have not had a chance to really get to know any of them but from what I have seen he is the nicest."
"What's your favorite thing about the downs?"
"Obviously I love the fact that the Barrow Downs are a Tolkien based site! Also the refrences and all around programing are of excellent quality in my mind's eye(no pun intended)."
"And finally, what's your favorite thing about tolkiens books/movies?"
"My favorite thing about Tolkiens books are the relations from his characters to the ones in the Bible, and the way that he relates the entire story to Revelations and such."
"Thank you very much for your time."
"Thanx for the opportunity to do this!"
"More coming up, stay tuned!"
Reesha walks away.

[HerenIstarion]

"Why do all of this people keep calling this wonderful rabbit stew 'balrog wings'? Must be kind of a code, I s'ppose, as nobody expects real blood in Bloody Mary"

thought HerenIstarion still eyeing the grouped six.

"Must be some surprise for the ceremony. But what kind of?"

H-I yawned again. It's been a hard day, what with all this time zone differences. Desirable cosy corner was just around the bar, and attracted equal amounts of mental energy

"how long till the award giving? There must be a good sleeping on that sofa down there. Do not I want to be fresh at the time?"

Six were whispering, huddled together

"These gels are playing on my nerves. Call the Uruks? What for, they are dumb, and if it were to be a false alarm, I'll be called a fool myself. Still more never liked doing the thing, be it Uruks or Citywatch"

H-I yawned again

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[Niluial]

“Bartender vodka (I don’t care if you don’t get vodka in middle-earth. Well now we do!) please! And just keep bringing it on… till my date comes back from wherever he is” Niluial said. Looking around for Don or Fin..

[Ainaserkewen]

Ainaserkewen gets up and walks over to where Arafangwen is waving at her.
"She's introducing me to someone." she thought to her herself.
Then, she noticed someone in the crowd, he is tall, blond and dreamy beyond belief and is talking with Reesha!!!
Ainaserkewen wants to go and meet him but she feels compelled to stay and meet this new person. All day, people have been coming and going, joining her, leaving her, it's become very confusing.
And she still wanted to dance.
Then that someone come's over.
"Hi, I'm Ainaserkewen. I'm a friend of Arafangwen." with her eyes still on the dreamy elf in the corner.

[Arafangwen]

"Well that was fun!" said Arafangwen as she asked the nearby waiter for a bottle of rootbeer.

"Ainaserkewen, I do belive you have not told me yet how I can find out more about this magazine your friend works for. Now what of it can you say?" she asked in a playfully scolding tone as she noticed the elf that Ainaserkewen was eyeing.

"Ainaserkewen, I do belive we have ourselves another person we need to be aquainted with." nods her head in the direction Ainaserkewen was previously engaged.

"How about it?" she asked with a hint of fun in her voice.

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[GaladrieloftheOlden]

It was a bit more than 8 hours after the party had started, and Menelien woke with a start to find that she had fallen asleep applying her make-up in the wee hours of the morning. After pinching herself to check whether she was awake or not, and groaning with displeasure upon finding that she was (to make herself feel better), she got heavily out of bed, stubbed her toe immediately, applied the rest of her make-up, and headed for the car.
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15 minutes or so later, the (mostly drunk) party-ers were startled by a loud honk and the sound of a soft feminine elvish voice cussing with vehemence. Those still able to stand and walk witnessed a very annoyed Menelien stumbling out of the wreckage of her (once) nice BMW, having been in something of a hurry and crashed it into a wall of the building. Her cheeks burning furiously, Menelien hoped she wasn't the only extremely clumsy elf present as she hurried off to try and find her friends, leaving the problem of the car in the way to the Moderators, and hoping there weren't too many Uruks chasing her...yet.

[dragoneyes]

Thoriel was sitting at her table enjoying the goings on around her but not partaking in them very much. She sipped a little more from her glass of wine, how many she'd had already she'd promised herself she wouldn't count. She tapped her hand on the table in time with the rhythm of the music though in her not-quite-sober state she was singing the completely wrong tune. It was almost an improvement.

She gazed round at the rest of the hall, how was anyone supposed to dance in this crowd? Someone could bulldoze their way through she supposed. Fin tapped her on the shoulder and she turned to look at him.

"Yes?" She asked, quite forgetting her manners.

"I was just wondering if you would care for a dance my lady?" Said Fin, ignoring Thoriel's brusqueness.

"Why of course!" replied Thoriel as Fin took her by the hand and stood her up. It took Thoriel a little while to find her feet, she hadn't stood up since she first arrived and had a touch of pins and needles. A good fast dance should put an end to that! she thought.

[alaklondewen]

Her heart racing, Alaklondewen waited her turn to enter the Barrow Downs Anniversary Party. This was her first party of this caliber, and her only wish was to not make a fool of herself in from of the cameras.

Her long silver limo, finally, pulled up to the red carpet. She could already see lights flashing, and a sense of anticipation hung in the air. Her driver opened the door and offered his hand. "Here you go, Miss Alak."

"Thank you, Bergildur." She put her hand in his and stepped out of the vehicle. She was immediately overwhelmed by the lights, people, and music. She straightened her sleeveless gown. It was the color of midnight with delicate embroidery around the bottom of the straight skirt. Her long, dark-brown hair was pinned up over her pointed ears. Several pearls were placed throughout her hair, so that she looked like a clear night sky.

She paused for the cameras and was bombarded by shouts of, "Madame Elf! Over Here!", "Alak, we love you!", and "Alaklondewen, may we have a few words?" It was enough to make an Elf dizzy.

She headed toward the entrance to the Great Hall.

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"Joan, what do think of Alaklondewen's gown?" Cathy Lee asked enthusiastically.

"Well, Cathy Lee, it couldn't be more divine if Galadriel herself had made it."

[Arafangwen]

"Menelien! How nice of you to finaly join us! I'm sorry to say that your "escort" seems to have been drugged by a certain hippo, but you may join us in introducing ourselves to that elf over there if you would like." nods her head in the direction in which Ainaserkewen is still staring.

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[Annunfuiniel]

A word so familiar and dear drifted to Annun's ears: someone was talking about vodka! She turned around to face her soon-to-become new best friend and saw Mithadan who was just about to lead Lush and Diamond to get some drinks. She quickly excused herself and rushed after those aforementioned three in rather unladylike manner.

"Vodka? Did you say vodka?" She almost yelled and managed to get some slow looks. Mithadan turned to see who on earth was shrieking behind him and Annun almost barged into him. "Please add there the word Finlandia and I shall do anything for you!" Mithadan's eyebrow rose as he didn't quite know how he should take this sudden "attack".

Annun finally remembered her manners and introduced herself. "I'm so sorry, I got perhaps a bit carried away. We haven't really met earlier but my name is Annunfuiniel and your name is quite familiar to me, Mithadan. Great party you and the other mods have organised; thousand thanks!" Lush stood behind Mithadan but the radiance of her innocent whiteness seemed to glow through him; Annun was sure she was greatly disapproving her behaviour. And if it could have been possible Annun would have guessed that Diamond had been startled into speechlessness by her irruption. She fell into silence before these powerful, (innocent) and quick-witted characters...

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[Hilde Bracegirdle]

Mr. And Mrs. Bracegirdle arrive at the birthday party with gifts in hand. Hilde looks uncertain as she sees the elite posing for paparazzi stationed on the oh so very red carpet.

“Isn’t there a side door to this place?” she muttered eying the remains of a port a potty. Looks like things are already out of hand.

“Still we had better check it out. You don’t see this type of spectacle none too often and at any rate it is sure to prove an interesting time.” was Mr. B.’s reply.

Skirting the crowd, and a group of hobbits carrying shoves, rakes and hoes in a rather menacing manner, the couple gained entrance. Out of habit Hilde began looking around for a designated gift table, and Mr. B. wandered off to inspect the kitchen via the bar. It was a familiar routine, but the crowd was anything but ordinary. After locating a place to put her packages, Hilde positioned herself at the fringe of the stellar entourage, and wondered absently if see could nip out and walk around the city walls a bit before her husband returned. “Let see, if I hurry I could fit about 2 more miles before I lose the light.” She began to visualize the city and it’s sites…sunset on the wall….

She came back to reality as someone carrying a rather large helping of barbequed dragon crossed her line of vision. “Now there’s a rather perverse dish! Maybe I’ll just peek at the buffet table first.”

[Ainaserkewen]

"Uh, what? Who? Oh, um, the magazine right." Ainaserkewen snapped back to attention. Hoping that she would forget about that elf.
"Reesha is waiting for me, if I become a moderator, then we can run this online mag, Action in Arda, about the news and events that go one here, plus some gossip and jokes as well." she said quickly, hoping that was satifatory for Arafangwen.
"Oh, I saw your interview, very cool."
"Thanks, pretty standard questions though, I thought." Aranfangwen said.
"Yah, I think they where mostly the same questions for everyone, except the barrow weight. Look, she's still trying to find him." She watched Reesha walk away from the handsome elf and up to someone who resembled the barrow weight, then she turned away, embarrased.
Ainaserkewen laughed a little.
"Now, about that elf you were eying." Arafangwen said.
"What elf?" Ainaserkewen tried to sound confused.
"That one, over there, the good looking one, the one you've been staring at."
"Arafangwen, I don't have a clue who that is, it wouldn't be polite."
"Maybe not, we'll see."

[Firondoiel]

Firondoiel walked all over the Grand Hall searching for Airehiriel but couldn't find her. Firondoiel now wandered towards the back of the building. Up ahead she saw the service entrance. "Well I doubt Airehiriel came back here" Firondoiel thought aloud. She turned to head back to the party when she heard a noise. When she turned around she found herself face to face with six females in black. Firondoiel opened her mouth to ask their identity when the tallest female seized her arm. Firondoiel tried to jerk away but couldn't break the strong grip. "Don't struggle!" Ordered the female. Firondoiel gave a piercing scream that was abruptly cut off and left hanging in the air.

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[Sophia the Thunder Mistress]

Sophia whirled around as she heard a frantic voice shouting VODKA! She looked, and surely enough, it was Annun, looking half crazed and begging Mithadan for something strong to drink. Guilty, perhaps? Sophia giggled. However, with Fin on the dance floor she thought it was an ideal time to go collect the remains of her brown powder from Annun. can't let that stuff get into the wrong hands. Sophia thought to herself.

Leaving Mae to her own devices for one moment she got up and shook the wrinkles out of her full skirt. "Annun!" she called across the floor. The woman's eyes rested on her face for a moment before returning to her petition. The others standing around failed to notice her in the shocked silence however. Sophia sighed heavily, she'd have to go retrieve it she supposed.

She approached the group hesitantly, slightly worried that Lush's extreme radience would burn if she got too close. However the temperature remained constant and she reached for Annunfuiniel's hand. Annun looked at her with slight annoyance, and Sophia wondered if she hadn't been unwise to come between an elf and her vodka. But then she smiled, hearing Sophia's request, and handed back the silver case, saying simply. "Ah, you're so good with herbs Sophia!"

[Mithadan]

Mithadan smiled tolerantly. "We have Stoli, Gray Goose and Finlandia. Follow me." When he reached the caviar table, he handed Annun a Finlandia and Lush a Stoli. After clinking glasses with all and sundry (Squatter being the sundry) he murmured into his microphone.

A few moments later, the music changed from 21st century pop to something a bit edgier. After the guitar intro, Joe Strummer screamed about the Number 8 Bus and Mick Jones began singing "Rudie Can't Fail."