Last Ride of the Heir RPG

[Arvedui III]

Elrond, the last of his resolve falling away, finally abandoned his study to see what exactly Arathorn had planned. It was more or less a formality as the twins had already told him all he needed to hear; But he felt compelled to see the Dunedain, as they were taking his elves with on Arathorn's newest venture, and, he reminded himself painfully, every quest could be their last. He descended a set of stairs and walked slowly into the main garden, his eyes taking in sights already long memorized. However he found there was always extreme joy in walking among the greenery. It made him feel young again. At this, Elrond chuckled to him. I am getting old indeed. He shook his, consoling himself in the fact the Cirdan was probably twice as old as he. "I must see him again" He thought aloud, nodding politely to several passers-by with all the grace and severity of the lord of Imladris. Inside, however, Elrond was thinking of a rather unsavory night in Lindon that he had passed with the shipwright, wanting to forget about the matter entirely.

There were times when he wished the memory of the Eldar was not so keen.

Elrond smiled as he came upon Arathorn and his rangers gathered around him. He looks a little like Elros sometimes. The beard, perhaps. Eru only knows he would never let me forget he could grow one. Stroking his own smooth chin as he greeted the Dunedain, Elrond's smile only widened as he talked with Arathorn. The man was always eager for anything, it seemed. Certainly, if the residents thought he deserved a party, it was the least he could do. Elrond's mind began eagerly taking to the proposal, working it around his brain, ideas and tasks flashing before him that he barely had time to acknowledge. And striding back into his home, Elrond hurried to begin the first of them.
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To his mind, the work had gone off well. Elrond stood looking around the Hall of Fire, his back resting comfortably against the southern wall, waiting for Elladan to herd the Dunedain and the elves going with him into the hall. A veritable sensory of good smells and colorful foods lay spread on the tables in front of him, the warm crackling of fires adding to the lull of the water that flowed through Rivendell. When the troop of elves and rangers entered, it was to his extreme pleasure that their collective jaw seemed to drop open in surprise.

Obviously, they had most the like been expecting just a simple meal laid out before them, and not the long dining tables, good chairs and silverware, candles, servants to procure more food should they desire, and many elves of Imladris dressed in their finest robes to bid farewell to the Dunedain. Elrond warmly gestured them all to sit down at the main table and took his place at the head. The honorary party still showed naught but surprise as they sat; And Elrond detected something that disturbed him in their expressions, but pushed it aside. The many elves gathered at side tables while Elladan, Elrohir, Arathorn and the rest of the hunting party just look and him in disbelief. A silence fell, and Elrond cleared his throat, saying, "I have only two words that would carry any meaning with you all tonight, so I will leave all others aside. Eat well!" There was an appreciative chuckle and most started to doll food onto their plates. A few of the rangers still hesitated, though, and so Elrond called for some of their crude ale to put them at ease.

He would greatly regret it.

[Eowyn Skywalker]

Sudden shock hit Hanindur like a knife. Lord Elrond was hosting a party?! Well, that was a shock to him, as he had been expecting no more than a simple meal before they set out, not a feast! It must've been Lord Arathorn's idea, he thought, knowing well enough that Elrond was not the type to host a party, and certainly not for such a simple time as this. There was no reasoning for the feast, but Hanindur was not going to be the one to complain. He was the first to appreciate a good meal any day.

"I have only two words that would carry any meaning with you all tonight," said Elrond, clearing his throat to catch the attention of the shocked, and deeply un-at-ease Rangers, "so I will leave all others aside. Eat well!"

Hanindur was, indeed, appreciative of the order, as was shown by his low chuckle. Though he was still wary about the whole idea, he began to eat willingly enough. Food took his mind off of the troubles of the world around him, though a mug of ale would've done just that as well. It was a pleasant enough surprise, nonetheless. The wind whistled in the trees outside of the House of Elrond, but within, all was merry, though the faint howling was audible through the stone walls.

Hanindur stroked his chin thoughtfully when Elrond choose to call for ale to be served out. This was completely unlike the elven lord, but Hanindur did not mind one bit. No, not one bit at all.

[Mad Baggins]

Beroth was elated to find that Lord Elrond was putting on a party in honour of their quest. He stepped into the Hall of Fire and his breath was taken away by the beautiful decorations, silverware and food. He was filled with a sense of anxiety and nervousness, feeling too rough and unclean for such gorgeous surroundings. Elrond bid them sit at a long table covered in plates of delicious-looking and -smelling foods. He then said, "I have only two words that would carry any meaning with you all tonight, so I will leave all others aside. Eat well!"

Beroth chuckled, feeling all nervousness wash away, and reached for a platter heaped with slices of thick bread. Taking a bite of one, he realized that it was the best bread he had ever eaten. He hungrily devoured the rest of the slice and reached for another. While he was eating, he heard Elrond call for some crude ale. A wide grin spread across his face as Elven servant appeared with tankards of ale. He gratefully accepted his and silently toasted Elrond before draining it dry.

The ale coursed down his throat and settled in his stomach, filling it with a kind of happy warmth. Beroth smiled, feeling his cares disappear, and thought what a kind and generous man - er, Elf - Elrond was.

[The Perky Ent]

A large amound of food plummited down Arathorn's throat. Seven different meals were on Arathorn's plate as he guzzled down some ale began to laugh. Although it was just a dinner, the participants were cheery. Arathorn watched as several of the men gorged down their food. The elves, although posessing better manners, quickly ate as much as the men.

As Arathorn stuffed a large piece of meat into his mouth, Elrond stood up. He had much poise as he got up and, as it seamed, glided over to a group of elves. The group moved foward, with their hands behind their back. As they moved in, Elladan gave a great laugh. "Now this is a real treat!" he said as the elves revealed instruments. They were a band. Elrond waited for silence, and when there was, he noded.

At once, an uproar of music came across the table as the party watched their entertainment. One of the elves were even singing. It was a soft melody, although a fast tempo. As Arathorn listened to the music, he began drinking more and more ale. But not just Arathorn. All the men began drinking, as if hypnotized by the music. As a fiddle began to play, Arathorn began to clap to the rhythm.

Arathorn, being consumed by the music and the ale, got up and began clapping. When the elf started singing again, Arathorn started to sway. Observing Arathorn with confusion, Elrond looked up at Arathorn. He was puzzled why he was stopping this nice dinner of his. After a minute of clapping, Arathorn had another drink, and then began to dance.

As he danced, the other men watched. Some of them even clapped. It went on and on and on, until Arathorn went to one of the elves, and asked curtiously, if she wanted to dance. "I promise i'm not a bad dancer. I just want to put more fun in the party." Arathorn said. The elf maiden looked at him, and then at another at her side, and then got up. "Ok, I'll dance." She said as he began to dance with Arathorn.

After a breif time of dancing, Beroth, also being consumed by ale, got up, and asked an elf maiden to dance. Now there were to people dansing, which Elrond did not like. Elrond forseed the night wouldn't end the way he planned it!

[ArwenBaggins]

Eirian took a deep drink of his ale, washing the glorious tasting food down his throat. The prospect of Lord Elrond throwing a party baffled him, but he decided not to ruin a good thing.

The music started to pick up, so Eirian he stood and rounded the table. A few Elf-maidens were standing or sitting i na few various places in the room; he laughed heartfully and approached one, telling himself that he was just dancing with her for fun. "May I have this dance m'lady?" he asked in a false-snoddy tone, making the beautiful woman giggle. She took his hand and Eirian led her onto the floor.

While not completely drunk, Eirian was a little full of the beer. He danced happily with the woman, every once and a while switching partners with another one of the Men. He saw Lord Elrond sitting with another group of Elves in one corner, talking solemnly with a grim look on his face. He knew this wasn't what Elrond had originally planned.