A Downer Dinner Party

[The Perky Ent]

A party, eh? Mind if I crash? As an immortal ent, I think i'll take a little trip to Tirion. I'll take my usual seat


I'll even bring some of my "special" water. Don't worry. Your eyes are suppost to do that after you drink it!

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

I forgot you in this one! You see, I had this list for quite a while before your return, and I just managed to post it now.

Maybe I'll throw another party, when mum and dad comes back from their holiday by the sea. There are some more people I would like to invite.

[The Perky Ent]

yeah...i'm sure.


S'ok with me. I got lots of tea of food to keep me company here in Tirion. I think Lorien knows where the entwives are. Plus, I'll probably start another entmoot. That should hold for about....three years?

And if all else fails...the force- i mean ....ent drought will be with me. Always

[Child of the 7th Age]

And to finish it off, Encaitare and Child of the Seventh Age, both of whom are recorded as having not liked the movie whatsoever. Mwahahaha. *evil smilie*.

Ooh, Feanor, this is months old but I missed it on the first go round. That is absolutely cruel! I can't think of a worse way to spend an evening than watching that blasted cartoon of RotK. My only consolation is that Encaitare will be suffering along with me.

[Child of the 7th Age]

Well, Morsul , I'm only nine months late but I accept your party invitation. And thanks so much for sitting me down beside Rosie. She can give me all the "dirt" on Frodo and Sam!

[Encaitare]

Originally Posted by Child

I can't think of a worse way to spend an evening than watching that blasted cartoon of RotK. My only consolation is that Encaitare will be suffering along with me.

Nice woman, that Child.

I think it just might make me laugh more than cringe a second time around... I hope.

[Anguirel]

Well, as I'm officially skint as of this afternoon, the last of my trust fund in the hands of the Coca-Cola company, I thought I'd celebrate with a meta-party.

We'll eat in Florence, on the site of Minas Tirith, at a restaurant near the Ponte Vecchio.

On my left will be Aredhel, Ar-Feiniel of the Noldor, and on my right Feanor of the Peredhil, that much-demanded supper guest. On her other side will be the phantom, because he'd assuredly come anyway.

Opposite me will be Curufin, whose sly and subtle wit will enliven the party. On either side of him will be Queen Beruthiel and Mithalwen, who will assuredly get on.

On Beruthiel's other side will be Bethberry, forming an invincible triad of ailurophiles; on Aredhel's other side Daeron, who should have plenty to argue about amusingly with Curufin, at the foot of the table Maeglin, (I'll arrange for Idril Celebrindal to be the waitress...an extra...) and at the head, if he'll come, the great genius Maglor.

I'll have a Pizza Beatrice myself; some of table rosso will be available to drink...and we'll have a rousing dance on the Ponte to harp accompaniment after supper...