Fortunately, this developed into the dance-off of the century.

Unfortunately, this developed into a form of dance-fighting.

Fortunately, this was extremely fun to watch.

Unfortunately, some watching dwarves decided to teach
the undead orcs how to line dance (not a pretty sight :eek: ).

Fortunately there was a group of Silvan elves nearby.

Unfortunately, they didn't do anything.

Fortunately, they didn't have to - their mere presence turned this otherwise repulsive dance-off into a festive party.

Unfortunately, three stone trolls decided
to crash the dance-off.

Fortunately, they "rocked"!

Unfortunately, they distracted everyone from the undead, who fled from the loud noises.

Fortunately, this meant Rosie Cotton and the Master of
Laketown (a.k.a. Tom Delay) won Dancing With the Stars:
Eriador Edition.

Unfortunately the Elves of Eregion protested.

Fortunately they were ignored.

Unfortunately, Rosie and friend were challenged to
a dance-off by Ioreth and Wormtongue.

Fortunately, Ioreth and Wormtounge got held up at the airport because their luggage was too heavy.

Unfortunately, Sauron (who had some heavy bets on
them at a Shire gambling emporium) had one of his
pteradactyls fly the winsome couple and their luggage in.

Fortunately, the luggage fell off somewhere over Mirkwood, and Ioreth insisted they go back and look for it, because she'd packed the good china.

Unfortunately, the elf king needed some good china and
called: "No Backsees!"

Fortunately, the china had mysteriously survive the crash, so the elf king was able to eat off something that didn't give his tongue splinters for a change.

Unfortunately, some (apparently invisible) person
took all the china away while all the elves were
sleeping off a big par-tay.
(Dowinion wine rocks!)

Fortunately, they needed good china, too, so the china went to a good home.

Unfortunately, twelve dwarves smashed the
china during an unexpected party.

Fortunately, the party was a lot of fun.

Unfortunately, the next morning was not as pleasant...

Fortunately, the dwarves cleaned up after the party.

Unfortunately, they cleaned up by tossing everything into the nearest river.

Fortunately, that was better then tossing it all onto the Elf King's bed...

Unfortunately, the Elf King's bed clothes were being washed that same morning, and as a consequence were torn to shreds by shards of once very fine china.

Fortunately, torn up bed clothes were the new "in" style in Mirkwood

Fortunately, the Elf King was still too inebriated to care much about his sheets or fine china. Instead, he cared more for the two uneaten hamburgers sitting on the plate next to him

Unfortunately, they were actually hobbits and the plate was a circle of stone on which he had hit his head falling.

Fortunately, the stone circle was padded with pillows, so there was no significant head injury.

Unfortunately, the Elf-king still thought the hobbits were uneaten hamburgers.

Fortunately. the elf-king was a vegan.

Unfortunately, he felt that the best way to honor the cow the hamburgers came from was to have them disposed of in the traditional style of animal sacrifice: They were to be burned.

Fortunately, it started to rain.

Unfortunately, it was cloudy and rained meatballs.

Fortunately, the meatballs distracted the elf king from the "hamburger meat".

Unfortunately, the rain of meatballs attracted goblins.

Fortunately, they were so busy eating the meatballs that the elves could run away.