Barrow-Downs Birthday Party at the Fields of Cormallen - Page 3 - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Aosama, the Wandering Star · 05-20-2002, 01:31 PM

Oi. you ennjoy a Springle-ring for a minute, and Frodo discovers his arachnophobia, His Wightiness is robbed - er, borrowed from - and I do believe Legolas is still being chased. But is that a cheesecake?!? Thankyouthankyou!
*heads over to cheesecake, to eat some and thank maker of cake. not necessarily in that order*
"Hi! I'm Aosama, and you, Miss Maker of the Cheesecake, are Auriel, right? Lovely cake! so, how do you do?"

Auriel Haevasawen · 05-20-2002, 01:48 PM

"Why hello Aosama," gasps Auriel just returning from her M&Ms mission and some teasing about "What yer doing playing Dungeons and Dragons yer mad woman?"
"I'm so glad you like the cake. I'm afraid I don't know many people here and frankly the Barrow Wight is rather scary. I might need a pint to calm my nerves and drown my thirst after running down the road and back. Would you like one too?"

Rosa_Baggins · 05-20-2002, 01:54 PM

Rosa falls asleep against the tree and snorz loudly
"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZ!!!!"

Nevfeniel · 05-20-2002, 01:59 PM

Suddenly, a not-so-tall elf with brown hair and a dress that's a little long for her (thanks a lot, seamstress!) walks in with a couple six-packs of Dr. Pepper (in cans so nobody can slip any suspicious-looking liquid in it!)
"I hope I am not too late. I have brought ElanorGamgee some unspiked Dr. Pepper so she can drink without fear."
Nevfeniel walks casually over to the refreshment table and sets the drinks down and starts to mingle.

Rimbaud · 05-20-2002, 01:59 PM

One foot back...half twist...step forward...hold her ...

The dance kept going and the Princess was as light as a feather in his arms. The dance floor moved as one, swaying and weaving. His inconceivable intake of alcohol somehow forgotten, Stephanos threw himself into the dance.

Yet a foul stench assaulted his nostrils. He slowed and stopped. The mighty yet decrepit Barrow-Wight stood before him.

Stephanos mustered his legendary wit and mighty lexicon. "Yo!" he said quietly.

He watched the scene between Wight and Princess and then saw Barrow-Wight stalk off towards the keg, trampling an innocent halfling beneath one centuries-aged boot. He saw the Princess staring after the Wight.

Realising he was free to depart the dance-floor, he effected his egress until the edge of the party he had reached. Yoda, you just sounded like. He studied the lithe figures. He wanted something more than dancers. Something more than a sulk of teenagers, a cartel of Caradhas. He wished for an 'obfuscation of philosophers' to whittle down the night with.

He scanned the party intently. Ahh, he saw his favouite friend. A tall elegant green bottle. Incandescant light streamed through its delicate glass, illuminating the patch of linen tablecloth in front of it. He took one faltering step toward the Green Fairy.

He espied friends fair and new entering. Oh to disappear completely or be drawn to friendship? As usual, confusion reigned arrogantly in Stephanos' addled mind.

"Call me Rimbaud," he declared and fell headlong into the bottle, his cares washed away.

*thwap*

"Wake youself!" exclaimed an old friend. "You do not set a good example."

Realising the error of his ways for the shortest of moments, Stephanos straightened. Facing the Wight by the keg and thus the myriad guests in the centre circle, he raised his voice:

"Happy Birthday Barrow-Downs!!!!!!!!"

"Thanks Zif!" he exhaled softly. "Just when I was in danger of losing my dignity."

"You?" said Zifnab, straight-faced. "Never."

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Stephanos ]

Aosama, the Wandering Star · 05-20-2002, 02:03 PM

Aosama smiles at Auriel, and says that she'd like a pint very much, thank you!

onewhitetree · 05-20-2002, 02:08 PM

Kate, having beaten people via trout to her fill, sees the Barrow-Wight terrorizing various timid members of the party and decides to join in the ruckus. She runs across the field, gaining more and more speed until she hurtles into BW at a great speed, shouting, "SNUG ATTACK!" People near and far are roused by this phrase and rush into a huge pile of tangled arms and legs.

"By Elbereth, this works better with just text," a rather squashed hobbit mumbles from beneath an orc. Everyone is somewhat abashed, and all who participated stroll furtively away, brushing debris from once-pristine costumes.

"Sorry about that, BW ol' buddy ol' pal. You know how emotional I get. Hey, while you're here, when is my Fan-Fiction going to be put up? And my Reader Art? And my new Chat Wight pic? And why doesn't the forum load while my computer is off?"

Auriel Haevasawen · 05-20-2002, 02:08 PM

Having been abandoned by her new found aqaintences who found her inexorably dull due to her main subjects of conversation (sewing, Saxon and Viking history and food) Auriel began to wander cautiously amongst the party guests, still aprehesive in the presence of the 'Great wight' and hoping he didn't have the same taste for flesh as his fish based name sake. Carefully she skirted around the dancing melee and spotted Rosa in a severely inhebrehated state. She bent down to check if she was okay.
Rosa looked up and seemed more than a little green. Seconds later she was sick and it was only the nimbleness of Auriel's feet (in their Doc Marten's) that prevented her being spewed upon!

Laiedheliel · 05-20-2002, 02:08 PM

Ariving late after her normal fashion (except in battle), Laiedheliel walked into the party. She wore her normal shift and trousers, and had at her side a small knife, but only for decoration. She was here to party!

"Happy 2nd, Barrow Downs! Let's Party!!!"she cried, and plunged into the merriment.

She made a bee-line for the bar, and picked up a crystal thingy of miruvor. MmmmMmmm, that's yummy! She noticed Rosa asleep against the tree and giggled. "Silly hobbit!" she said.

She glanced around and wondered if there was anyone here she actually knew. There were many couples dancing in the center of the floor, and she wondered if there was anyone who didn't have a partner...

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Laiedheliel ]

***Mithadan*** · 05-20-2002, 02:10 PM

Durelen (Orald), Mithadan and Zifnab stood a safe distance away watching the interaction between Barrow-Wight and Estelyn. As the Wight stalked back towards the ale barrel, Zifnab whispered in wonderment, "He let her live!"

Mith cursed quietly and dug into the pocket of his breeches for a handful of bills which he passed to a gleeful Durelen. "Bet you that Hobbit by the tree is the first to lose lunch?" Mith asked hopefully. "Sorry," replied the marginally richer Durelen. "That's a fool's bet."

"Well," grumped Mithadan. "Time for a visit to the ale barrel myself." Mithadan walked off muttering about the "old days" and the Wight going "soft."

Auriel Haevasawen · 05-20-2002, 02:10 PM

"Sorry Aosama, I think these postings are flying in thick and fast and I'm not too sure where everything is or what everyone is doing, all the same, someone needs to check on Rosa, she's looking rough."

piosenniel · 05-20-2002, 02:13 PM

Licking the last crumbs of cheesecake from her fingers, and running her tongue around the borders of her lips to make herself presentable, piosenniel runs to the nearby keg for a draught of something to slake her thirst. her thoughts run to finding a dance partner now that she's refreshed herself with food and then drink.

Looking up at the clouds scudding along in the blue sky, she is surprised to find herself suddenly flung on the ground, her coronet askew over one dark eye. It seems she's run into some solid, and very dusty thing. Blinking the sunlight out of her eyes, and focussing on the field in front of her, she spies a large, tattered heap on the ground near the keg.

'Who let those elves in to this party!!!' muttered the heap in an irritated manner' 'Thieving and running down senior citizens! . . .'. The tattered heap raised its head and a baleful glare came into the old wight's eyes.

'Begging your High and Mighty Wightness, sir, but who are you calling a senior citizen. You're just a young sapling in the first flush of life . . . er, umm . . . decay, that is. I'm sure I'm older than you by an Age or so!'

Standing, brushing off her dress, and readjusting her fillet of holly leaves to her mussed up curls, piosenniel curtsied to the Barrow Wight and extended her hand to his. 'Here let me help you up.'

Once up, she brushed him down as best she could without knocking off bits and pieces and got him a new, full tankard of well-brewed ale. She watched as he swallowed a large mouthful and let out a loud celebratory belch. The baleful gleam fading to a look of anticipation as he brought the tankard to his lips again. A sigh of satisfaction wheezed out of him as his sight spied the bottom of the vessel.

'Well, I'll take that as a Thank-you'!, grinned piosenniel. '& now that you're refreshed, let's go over by littlemanpoet's band and dance a round or two.'

Before the somewhat taken aback Wight could nay-say her, she had taken firm hold of his one good arm and wheeled him into the dance.

Leaning toward his mouldering ear, for the music was good but quite loud, she told him: 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR WIGHT - AND MAY THE STARS SHINE ON MANY MORE!!!'

Auriel Haevasawen · 05-20-2002, 02:14 PM

Auriel pulls a disgruntled face when she hears Mithadan betting as she looks after Rosa. Being rather shy she lacks the courage to say anything though. Instead she looks around for something to clean Rosa up with.

Lindolirian · 05-20-2002, 02:17 PM

Lindolirian walks in and loudly announces, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BARROW DOWNS!!!", lights a pipe and sits quietly in a corner observing the festivities...

Marileangorifurnimaluim · 05-20-2002, 02:19 PM

Having been transformed (in another thread) by Lush into an inch-high biting fairy, Maril battles the light breeze and alights on Mithadan's wine glass, narrowly missing falling in. Wha-whoa! Her tiny arms pinwheel.

But this guise gives her certain abilities.

Hearing the Barrow-Wight's plight, she rubs her 2mm palms together and produces a fairy wand, "I know just what to do."

In a pinkish cloud of Kool-Aid scented smoke, a woman in appears next to the wight, seated calmly in an office chair, thick glasses balanced on the end of her nose, notebook balanced on her lap. "So.. when did this need to sacrifice begin?" she purrs soothingly.

Auriel Haevasawen · 05-20-2002, 02:20 PM

Carefully she retrieves some napkins from the table and sets off back to the rather ill hobbit under the tree.
The dancing music still sounds very inviting.

***The Barrow-Wight*** · 05-20-2002, 02:24 PM

Not being much of a dancer, the Barrow-Wight excused himself and quickly returned to the keg where he was staring over the rim of his mug when Mithadan approached. The two had been friends for many years and he strangely considered the man a friend – at least he had never tried to abduct and sacrifice him. No! I will not think it again! The wight stood up tall and leaned on a nearby tree.

“Fancy shirt ya got there,” he said. “Sew it yourself?”

Mithadan rolled his eyes and raised his harp.

“I thought I heard your awful racket!” moaned the Barrow-Wight. “What on Middle-earth led you to do a Beverly Hillbillies parody? I though we were buddies.”

He offered the man a full mug with a wicked, drooling grin.

“No poison,” he said. “Promise”

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: The Barrow-Wight ]

Auriel Haevasawen · 05-20-2002, 02:26 PM

I'll just see if someone brought some herbal alka-seltzer.

piosenniel · 05-20-2002, 02:30 PM

Auriel is leaning against a tree at the edge of the dancing area as piosenniel and her partner whirl close to her. Leaning out toward Auriel, piosenniel shouts out this encouragement: 'Just grab someone fit and not too tipsy and join in!'

The music is inviting . . . Auriel plucks up her courage and walks toward a group of likely looking guys. She sees piosenniel flash her a smile. Her determination mustered to the max, she picks out a likely looking candidate, grabs his hand, and runs with him to join the twirling dancers.

Kuruharan · 05-20-2002, 02:32 PM

Quote:

Kuruharan, you nasty Shade. Get your greedy hands off my platter of mushrooms! Glares nastily.

But, but, but, but, they said they were out of mushrooms when I went up for my 82nd helping...

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walks in with a couple six-packs of Dr. Pepper (in cans so nobody can slip any suspicious-looking liquid in it!

That's cheating! [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]

Frodo Baggins · 05-20-2002, 02:38 PM

Oh dear!! Rosa?? Is she all right?? [img]smilies/frown.gif[/img]
Hi Auriel, and sorry about the spider. Iwas just startled I swear someone put it in there.
frodo sits down qith a pint in one hand and a Huge plate of mushrooms in the other. He's just come from spending about 15 minutes of shoving them in his mouth as fast as pussible.
Poor Rosie! I really hope she's all right.

Frodo Baggins · 05-20-2002, 02:40 PM

Umm Auriel?? I know I'm rather short but.... Would you like to dance???

ElanorGamgee · 05-20-2002, 02:45 PM

Elanor thanks Nevfeniel for the safe Dr.Pepper. She opens a can and takes a lot drink. "Ah, good, no funny colors or girls chasing Legolas." Suddenly she hears a low rumble as Legolas sprints past her followed by exactly 126 screaming twelve-year-old girls. "Oh, boy, must be something I ate." With a shrug she skips over to the dancers and starts doing the Springle-ring.

Marileangorifurnimaluim · 05-20-2002, 02:50 PM

The psychiatrist looks about the party in bewilderment. "Mr. Wight?" she picks up a white object, "it seems this need to sacrifice comes from a deep sense of missing something - perhaps this foot of yours?"

***Mithadan*** · 05-20-2002, 02:52 PM

Firmly declining to engage in a 'Fantastic Voyages' type sub-plot, Mith carefully placed the wine glass on the bar with its diminutive occupant intact. He nabbed a pack of wet wipes and tossed them to Auriel with an apology for his callous joke ("Darn, would have won that bet too") then turned to the Wight and gratefully accepted the foaming mug of ale.

"Sorry about the Beverly Hillbillies thing. It was just a case of a tune running endlessly through my head. If I didn't do something with it, I would have been unable to sleep for days. Your staves were much more stately I admit. But that's why I'm only a Wight-in-training and you 'Da Wight'," responded Mithadan. "And a HAPPY B-D DAY to you old friend."

With that, he drained the mug in a single long draught.

Niere-Teleliniel · 05-20-2002, 03:27 PM

(Woah, this thing's movin fast!)

Niere sticks her head in the door and yells howdy! I'll be back later!

Auriel Haevasawen · 05-20-2002, 04:01 PM

I would be delighted to dance Frodo (sorry it's taken me so long to reply back in the real world thrown off the computer so someone could do a search for his summer holidays 'cos the soccer was finished!) I think Rosa will be alright left under that tree, I brought back the herbal alka-seltzer for her. I'm starting to learn a few names and feel a bit more confident. As for a little short, as elves go I'm no giant, you'll be a fine dancing partner.
Do you think that young Legolas will ever escape? I worry for him persued by all those young girls.

twinkle · 05-20-2002, 04:18 PM

twinkle, having been lost in the depths of mirkwood, gave a great start as an arrow plunked into the tree right next to her...
attached was a missive from mithadan, who in his great foresight must have known the addlebrained twinkle would lose her way to the party....
clutching the little invitation with its diminutive map, she sets out once again to find her way to the partygrounds....
finally arriving out of breath, her pretty red dress all in shambles from digging through mirkwood's underbrush, she hides behind one of the pavillions to get her appearance back in order....
straightening out what's left of her dress and pulling her hair into pigtails (they suit the party mood best anyway), she hurriedly rushes round the side of the pavillion only to bump headlong into the barrow-wight...toppling them both to the ground..."ooooops, not the greeting i had in mind BW, sorry to be such a klutz!" [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] ...
but as she is already in prime position twinkle gives him a sweet peck on the cheek and wishes him a very happy birthday....
scrambling back up she offers the barrow-wight a hand to haul him off the ground and fervently hopes he wont annihilate her for the undignified assault...
twinkle then turns tail and runs, only to return in the blink of an eye with a brimming mug of ale and a string of embarrassed apologies...maybe the best way to appease the great one.....
once the barrow-wight is busy with his drink, twinkle makes good her escape....only to bump right into the next innocent bystander...the effect this time being that she bounces right off the human wall that is Mithadan, landing on her derriere....
ouch, ouch, ouch....that hurt....
so there she sits redfaced, in a tangle of skirts, peering up at Mith with a lopsided and once again apologetic smile....
it seems the court jester has arrived [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]
and here she had tried so hard to show off her more ladylike side today....
Mith however, true gentleman that he is, helps her to her feet and seats her on a nearby bench... "let me fetch you a glass of wine my dear" he says and turns to head in the direction of the bar, only now breaking into loud guffaws....
so twinkle sits on her little bench, rubbing her bruised posterior and takes her first real look around...
she spots Estelyn from afar, Sindacuion is also here....and she catches a fleeting glimpse of Kate as she moves amongst the throng of people....
'i'll just rest here for a moment and catch my breath, at least it's still fairly early and i'll be sure to greet all my wonderful friends as soon as i get some semblance of bearings back.' [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]

Auriel Haevasawen · 05-20-2002, 04:23 PM

"Oh well, it has been such fun dancing, drinking and meeting great new people but it is 23.14 back in the mortal lands and I have work at 7.30am so I must leave this most excellent of birthday parties." Auriel heads across to the Barrow Wight who is still one of the most terrifying creatures she has ever beheld and summons the courage to speak, confidence gained by all the excellent friends she has made. Standing at his side is Mithadan, she greets them both. "Many Happy Returns Barrowdowns, I have never been in such a welcoming place or known such a good party. Thank you and goodnight." She raises what is left of her mirrovur (she has never been able to spell) to them both, curtisies timidly and turns away. She leaves the party as quietly as she arrived smiling brightly at Piosenniel, Frodo Baggins, Rosa who is totally incapacitated and has no idea who she is and finally a special little smile for that likely elf boy she grabbed for a dance. "Good night everyone, see you on the forums when the hangovers wear off."
Auriel is gone.

Galadrie1 · 05-20-2002, 04:43 PM

Galadriel looks up from where she had been sleeping, under a tree. she glances down at her wine glass and, noticing it's empty, runs on shaky legs towards a table with a couple bottles of wine on it. she gulps down a couple glasses, fills another one, and carries it back with her to the tree, where she realizes she used the word "couple" too often.

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Galadrie1 ]

Aralaithiel · 05-20-2002, 05:01 PM

The dancing and merriment come to a complete halt as Aralaithiel, HIgh Queen of the Eldar, enters the room and hands little bottles of her "special recipie" miruvor to all assembled. She has also brought her famous cinnamon-sugar lembas, and all partake of the rich treats.
Kuruharan, enchanted by the Eldaran Queen's beauty, approaches her cautiously.
"Hello, milady! Glad you could come!" he says, bowing reverently low.
"Greetings, Kuruharan! Lovely to see you!" Aralaithiel replies with a smile.
"Would you care to dance?" Kuruharan asks meekly, unsure of his grace compared to Aralaithiel's.
"I would be delighted!" Aralaithiel replies.
The other men in the room also desire to dance with the Eldaran Queen as she gracefully flies across the dance floor. When the song stops, Aralaithiel frantically searches for Glenethor, littlemanpoet. or any man (especially an Elf) who would delight in a dance with her.
[img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Aralaithiel ]

Galadrie1 · 05-20-2002, 05:08 PM

Galadriel sits back down by her tree after grabbing some of Aralaithiel's miruvor. she opens the bottle, sniffs the contents, and decides to leave things marked "special recipe" to someone a little more daring. she throws the bottle over her shoulder. "now, back to my wine," she mumbles under her breath...

VanimaEdhel · 05-20-2002, 05:11 PM

*The beautiful Elf maiden runs into the room, her blonde hair flowing behind her, along with her pretty peach, veily gown*

Oh! Sorry! This opened at 9:00 EST in the U.S. and I have to be in school at 8:00 A.M. I just finished my work!

Back into my identity:

*Menelduliniel (aka VanimaEdhel) stops and pants, realizing how unelegant that entrance was...and that she is still a bit drunk from the waiting room party she had with her hubby, Legolas*

Well...what did I miss *scans the conversations* Hmmm...

*Takes out her flute and plays a happy song (we're at the party: no sad love songs!) When the song is over, she waits for different music and begins to dance with her husband, the prince of Mirkwood. After that is over, she wanders over, grabs some ale, and sits at the table with some of her friends from Mirkwood and talks in Elvish and laughs.*

Hey! Barrow-Wight! Enjoy your day! Attack a hobbit or two (*coughFrodocough*)

*Dances in a circle, then runs up the nearest tree, sits in the bows, and dangles her feet over to watch what's going to happen next...*

*me waves to Aralaithiel and tells Legolas to go dance with his other wife for a while*

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: VanimaEdhel ]

Thinhyandoiel · 05-20-2002, 05:15 PM

Finally free of her duties for the day, Thinhyandoiel joins the party quietly. Having arrived late, she knows she has missed so much already. She sees familiar faces, and nods to each one in turn.
"Always late," she murmurs to herself and slightly shakes her head. Then she smiles. "But better late than never!"

Elenna · 05-20-2002, 05:16 PM

Elenna parks her horse near the gate and enters boldly. She has already spotted the Barrow-Wight and makes her way over to him. She starts to bow, and then realizes she's wearing a thrice-blasted skirt again and tries to change swiftly into a curtsy, causing her to fall. He merely laughs and takes a swig from his mug.
"Definitely my kind of party" the elf maid thinks to herself as she wanders off to find someone else she knows.

Galadrie1 · 05-20-2002, 05:17 PM

Galadriel looks up at her tree, and sees a pair of feet dangling above her. "Hey!" she shouts, and jumps up into the tree. She is greeted by an elf who calls herself Menelduliniel. "hello there, Menelduliniel," says Galadriel, hiccupping a bit. "would you fancy some wine?" she asks, pulling a bottle from some pocket on her dress...

***Mithadan*** · 05-20-2002, 05:19 PM

Trying hard not to snicker, the "human wall" returns with a glass of chardonnay for the fair Twinkle and two more mugs of ale. He hands one to the Wight (if his hand is full he can't abduct, sacrifice or obliterate anyone) and takes a draught from the second.

He is becoming increasingly concerned for the safety of the psychologist that has been following the Wight around prattling on about displaced emotions and feelings of inadequacy. Hopefully, Maril will reappear and conjure away the therapist before the Wight slices her in two. Otherwise, he hopes that Maril has given the unwanted guest some lessons on the use of a sword (cut, parry, windmill).

He sits with Twinkle for a moment, resting after a long day. Across the field, some Elves have begun tossing a loudly complaining Dwarf. A stray Hobbit, accidently ejected from an overly vigorous Springle Ring, crashes into a group of Orcs discussing Tolkien's use of light and dark imagery and the visual nature of his writing. The evening has just begun...

Gimli Son Of Gloin · 05-20-2002, 05:23 PM

Gimli staggers into the building in torn rags, wielding a dented axe, and sporting multiple cuts and bruises. "Army...Orcs...Here..." he groans as he kneels over and faints. Everyone junps up in terror. "Gotcha!" yells Gimli as he leaps up.

Aosama, the Wandering Star · 05-20-2002, 05:25 PM

Aosama, in her Rohirrim get up, is slightly dizzy from Springle-Ring, so she decides to get something to drink. Heading to the table, she looks around for any possible dancing partners... I came here to have fun, didn't I? Thanks whoever brought the safe Dr. Pepper thouroughly!
Is Cimm here, or is he at another RPG?
Aosama sits down on the grass, waiting for a victim she can get to dance with her to come across her path..

VanimaEdhel · 05-20-2002, 05:28 PM

Menelduliniel takes some wine: Diola lle, Galadriel (Thank you, Galadriel).

Menelduliniel turns to Elenna and whispers "Il del, mellonamin...n'uma n'at merende onnai elennin" (Not to worry, my friend...no other festival creature saw).

What: no other "hi"'s to me except from Galadriel?!

Menelduliniel gets down and circulates saying hi to everyone

Menelduliniel sighs at Gimli's antics: Naugrim (roughly: dwarves)! and goes on drinking

and dancing

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: VanimaEdhel ]

05-20-2002, 01:48 PM	#2
Auriel Haevasawen Wight Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Nowhere of importance Posts: 240	"Why hello Aosama," gasps Auriel just returning from her M&Ms mission and some teasing about "What yer doing playing Dungeons and Dragons yer mad woman?" "I'm so glad you like the cake. I'm afraid I don't know many people here and frankly the Barrow Wight is rather scary. I might need a pint to calm my nerves and drown my thirst after running down the road and back. Would you like one too?" __________________ Auriel

05-20-2002, 01:54 PM	#3
Rosa_Baggins Wight Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Hobbiton in the Shire Posts: 145	Rosa falls asleep against the tree and snorz loudly "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZ!!!!" __________________ There is ever a Rose without thorns.

05-20-2002, 01:59 PM	#4
Nevfeniel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Mithlond Posts: 783	Suddenly, a not-so-tall elf with brown hair and a dress that's a little long for her (thanks a lot, seamstress!) walks in with a couple six-packs of Dr. Pepper (in cans so nobody can slip any suspicious-looking liquid in it!) "I hope I am not too late. I have brought ElanorGamgee some unspiked Dr. Pepper so she can drink without fear." Nevfeniel walks casually over to the refreshment table and sets the drinks down and starts to mingle. __________________ Consider the purr a variety of audible tranquilizer. [. . .] For a few of us, there is one more purr, a secret purr. When we combine our secret purrs, we produce the Purr of Power. And that is simply the amplified amity we feel as furred and purred beings.

05-20-2002, 01:59 PM	#5
Rimbaud The Perilous Poet Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Heart of the matter Posts: 1,062	One foot back...half twist...step forward...hold her ... The dance kept going and the Princess was as light as a feather in his arms. The dance floor moved as one, swaying and weaving. His inconceivable intake of alcohol somehow forgotten, Stephanos threw himself into the dance. Yet a foul stench assaulted his nostrils. He slowed and stopped. The mighty yet decrepit Barrow-Wight stood before him. Stephanos mustered his legendary wit and mighty lexicon. "Yo!" he said quietly. He watched the scene between Wight and Princess and then saw Barrow-Wight stalk off towards the keg, trampling an innocent halfling beneath one centuries-aged boot. He saw the Princess staring after the Wight. Realising he was free to depart the dance-floor, he effected his egress until the edge of the party he had reached. Yoda, you just sounded like. He studied the lithe figures. He wanted something more than dancers. Something more than a sulk of teenagers, a cartel of Caradhas. He wished for an 'obfuscation of philosophers' to whittle down the night with. He scanned the party intently. Ahh, he saw his favouite friend. A tall elegant green bottle. Incandescant light streamed through its delicate glass, illuminating the patch of linen tablecloth in front of it. He took one faltering step toward the Green Fairy. He espied friends fair and new entering. Oh to disappear completely or be drawn to friendship? As usual, confusion reigned arrogantly in Stephanos' addled mind. "Call me Rimbaud," he declared and fell headlong into the bottle, his cares washed away. thwap "Wake youself!" exclaimed an old friend. "You do not set a good example." Realising the error of his ways for the shortest of moments, Stephanos straightened. Facing the Wight by the keg and thus the myriad guests in the centre circle, he raised his voice: "Happy Birthday Barrow-Downs!!!!!!!!" "Thanks Zif!" he exhaled softly. "Just when I was in danger of losing my dignity." "You?" said Zifnab, straight-faced. "Never." [ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Stephanos ] __________________ And all the rest is literature

05-20-2002, 02:08 PM	#7
onewhitetree Seeker of Syntax Join Date: Aug 2000 Location: The Scene of the Crime Posts: 264	Kate, having beaten people via trout to her fill, sees the Barrow-Wight terrorizing various timid members of the party and decides to join in the ruckus. She runs across the field, gaining more and more speed until she hurtles into BW at a great speed, shouting, "SNUG ATTACK!" People near and far are roused by this phrase and rush into a huge pile of tangled arms and legs. "By Elbereth, this works better with just text," a rather squashed hobbit mumbles from beneath an orc. Everyone is somewhat abashed, and all who participated stroll furtively away, brushing debris from once-pristine costumes. "Sorry about that, BW ol' buddy ol' pal. You know how emotional I get. Hey, while you're here, when is my Fan-Fiction going to be put up? And my Reader Art? And my new Chat Wight pic? And why doesn't the forum load while my computer is off?" __________________ onewhitetree (also known as Kate) Well, I'M BACK.

05-20-2002, 01:31 PM	#1
Aosama, the Wandering Star Wight Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Middle-Earth Posts: 210	Oi. you ennjoy a Springle-ring for a minute, and Frodo discovers his arachnophobia, His Wightiness is robbed - er, borrowed from - and I do believe Legolas is still being chased. But is that a cheesecake?!? Thankyouthankyou! heads over to cheesecake, to eat some and thank maker of cake. not necessarily in that order "Hi! I'm Aosama, and you, Miss Maker of the Cheesecake, are Auriel, right? Lovely cake! so, how do you do?"

05-20-2002, 02:03 PM	#6
Aosama, the Wandering Star Wight Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Middle-Earth Posts: 210	Aosama smiles at Auriel, and says that she'd like a pint very much, thank you!

05-20-2002, 02:08 PM	#9
Laiedheliel Haunting Spirit Join Date: May 2002 Location: A roaming Middle-Earth wanderer in the guise of a Ranger Posts: 66	Ariving late after her normal fashion (except in battle), Laiedheliel walked into the party. She wore her normal shift and trousers, and had at her side a small knife, but only for decoration. She was here to party! "Happy 2nd, Barrow Downs! Let's Party!!!"she cried, and plunged into the merriment. She made a bee-line for the bar, and picked up a crystal thingy of miruvor. MmmmMmmm, that's yummy! She noticed Rosa asleep against the tree and giggled. "Silly hobbit!" she said. She glanced around and wondered if there was anyone here she actually knew. There were many couples dancing in the center of the floor, and she wondered if there was anyone who didn't have a partner... [ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Laiedheliel ] __________________ AIM me at silverpunk1321 anytime, 'cuz I love to chat and never have anyone to chat with...

05-20-2002, 02:10 PM	#10
*Mithadan* Spirit of Mist Join Date: Jul 2000 Location: Tol Eressea Posts: 3,397	Durelen (Orald), Mithadan and Zifnab stood a safe distance away watching the interaction between Barrow-Wight and Estelyn. As the Wight stalked back towards the ale barrel, Zifnab whispered in wonderment, "He let her live!" Mith cursed quietly and dug into the pocket of his breeches for a handful of bills which he passed to a gleeful Durelen. "Bet you that Hobbit by the tree is the first to lose lunch?" Mith asked hopefully. "Sorry," replied the marginally richer Durelen. "That's a fool's bet." "Well," grumped Mithadan. "Time for a visit to the ale barrel myself." Mithadan walked off muttering about the "old days" and the Wight going "soft." __________________ Beleriand, Beleriand, the borders of the Elven-land.

05-20-2002, 02:13 PM	#12
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Licking the last crumbs of cheesecake from her fingers, and running her tongue around the borders of her lips to make herself presentable, piosenniel runs to the nearby keg for a draught of something to slake her thirst. her thoughts run to finding a dance partner now that she's refreshed herself with food and then drink. Looking up at the clouds scudding along in the blue sky, she is surprised to find herself suddenly flung on the ground, her coronet askew over one dark eye. It seems she's run into some solid, and very dusty thing. Blinking the sunlight out of her eyes, and focussing on the field in front of her, she spies a large, tattered heap on the ground near the keg. 'Who let those elves in to this party!!!' muttered the heap in an irritated manner' 'Thieving and running down senior citizens! . . .'. The tattered heap raised its head and a baleful glare came into the old wight's eyes. 'Begging your High and Mighty Wightness, sir, but who are you calling a senior citizen. You're just a young sapling in the first flush of life . . . er, umm . . . decay, that is. I'm sure I'm older than you by an Age or so!' Standing, brushing off her dress, and readjusting her fillet of holly leaves to her mussed up curls, piosenniel curtsied to the Barrow Wight and extended her hand to his. 'Here let me help you up.' Once up, she brushed him down as best she could without knocking off bits and pieces and got him a new, full tankard of well-brewed ale. She watched as he swallowed a large mouthful and let out a loud celebratory belch. The baleful gleam fading to a look of anticipation as he brought the tankard to his lips again. A sigh of satisfaction wheezed out of him as his sight spied the bottom of the vessel. 'Well, I'll take that as a Thank-you'!, grinned piosenniel. '& now that you're refreshed, let's go over by littlemanpoet's band and dance a round or two.' Before the somewhat taken aback Wight could nay-say her, she had taken firm hold of his one good arm and wheeled him into the dance. Leaning toward his mouldering ear, for the music was good but quite loud, she told him: 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR WIGHT - AND MAY THE STARS SHINE ON MANY MORE!!!' __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.

05-20-2002, 02:14 PM	#13
Auriel Haevasawen Wight Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Nowhere of importance Posts: 240	Auriel pulls a disgruntled face when she hears Mithadan betting as she looks after Rosa. Being rather shy she lacks the courage to say anything though. Instead she looks around for something to clean Rosa up with. __________________ Auriel

05-20-2002, 02:17 PM	#14
Lindolirian World's Tallest Hobbit Join Date: Nov 2001 Location: Where the view is long Posts: 2,117	Lindolirian walks in and loudly announces, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BARROW DOWNS!!!", lights a pipe and sits quietly in a corner observing the festivities... __________________ 'They say that the One will himself enter into Arda, and heal Men and all the Marring from the beginning to the end."

05-20-2002, 02:19 PM	#15
Marileangorifurnimaluim Eerie Forest Spectre Join Date: Nov 2001 Location: Buried in scrolls of fanfiction Posts: 798	Having been transformed (in another thread) by Lush into an inch-high biting fairy, Maril battles the light breeze and alights on Mithadan's wine glass, narrowly missing falling in. Wha-whoa! Her tiny arms pinwheel. But this guise gives her certain abilities. Hearing the Barrow-Wight's plight, she rubs her 2mm palms together and produces a fairy wand, "I know just what to do." In a pinkish cloud of Kool-Aid scented smoke, a woman in appears next to the wight, seated calmly in an office chair, thick glasses balanced on the end of her nose, notebook balanced on her lap. "So.. when did this need to sacrifice begin?" she purrs soothingly. __________________ Deserves death! I daresay he does... And some die that deserve life. Can you give it to them?

05-20-2002, 02:20 PM	#16
Auriel Haevasawen Wight Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Nowhere of importance Posts: 240	Carefully she retrieves some napkins from the table and sets off back to the rather ill hobbit under the tree. The dancing music still sounds very inviting. __________________ Auriel

05-20-2002, 02:24 PM	#17
*The Barrow-Wight* Night In Wight Satin Join Date: May 2000 Posts: 4,043	Not being much of a dancer, the Barrow-Wight excused himself and quickly returned to the keg where he was staring over the rim of his mug when Mithadan approached. The two had been friends for many years and he strangely considered the man a friend – at least he had never tried to abduct and sacrifice him. No! I will not think it again! The wight stood up tall and leaned on a nearby tree. “Fancy shirt ya got there,” he said. “Sew it yourself?” Mithadan rolled his eyes and raised his harp. “I thought I heard your awful racket!” moaned the Barrow-Wight. “What on Middle-earth led you to do a Beverly Hillbillies parody? I though we were buddies.” He offered the man a full mug with a wicked, drooling grin. “No poison,” he said. “Promise” [ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: The Barrow-Wight ] __________________ The Barrow-Wight

05-20-2002, 02:26 PM	#18
Auriel Haevasawen Wight Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Nowhere of importance Posts: 240	I'll just see if someone brought some herbal alka-seltzer. __________________ Auriel

05-20-2002, 02:30 PM	#19
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Auriel is leaning against a tree at the edge of the dancing area as piosenniel and her partner whirl close to her. Leaning out toward Auriel, piosenniel shouts out this encouragement: 'Just grab someone fit and not too tipsy and join in!' The music is inviting . . . Auriel plucks up her courage and walks toward a group of likely looking guys. She sees piosenniel flash her a smile. Her determination mustered to the max, she picks out a likely looking candidate, grabs his hand, and runs with him to join the twirling dancers. __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.

05-20-2002, 02:38 PM	#21
Frodo Baggins Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Bag-End, Under-Hill, Hobbiton-across-the Water Posts: 606	Oh dear!! Rosa?? Is she all right?? [img]smilies/frown.gif[/img] Hi Auriel, and sorry about the spider. Iwas just startled I swear someone put it in there. frodo sits down qith a pint in one hand and a Huge plate of mushrooms in the other. He's just come from spending about 15 minutes of shoving them in his mouth as fast as pussible. Poor Rosie! I really hope she's all right. __________________ "I'm your huckleberry....that's just my game."

05-20-2002, 02:40 PM	#22
Frodo Baggins Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Bag-End, Under-Hill, Hobbiton-across-the Water Posts: 606	Umm Auriel?? I know I'm rather short but.... Would you like to dance??? __________________ "I'm your huckleberry....that's just my game."

05-20-2002, 02:45 PM	#23
ElanorGamgee Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 314	Elanor thanks Nevfeniel for the safe Dr.Pepper. She opens a can and takes a lot drink. "Ah, good, no funny colors or girls chasing Legolas." Suddenly she hears a low rumble as Legolas sprints past her followed by exactly 126 screaming twelve-year-old girls. "Oh, boy, must be something I ate." With a shrug she skips over to the dancers and starts doing the Springle-ring. __________________ Soli Deo Gloria

05-20-2002, 02:50 PM	#24
Marileangorifurnimaluim Eerie Forest Spectre Join Date: Nov 2001 Location: Buried in scrolls of fanfiction Posts: 798	The psychiatrist looks about the party in bewilderment. "Mr. Wight?" she picks up a white object, "it seems this need to sacrifice comes from a deep sense of missing something - perhaps this foot of yours?" __________________ Deserves death! I daresay he does... And some die that deserve life. Can you give it to them?

05-20-2002, 02:52 PM	#25
*Mithadan* Spirit of Mist Join Date: Jul 2000 Location: Tol Eressea Posts: 3,397	Firmly declining to engage in a 'Fantastic Voyages' type sub-plot, Mith carefully placed the wine glass on the bar with its diminutive occupant intact. He nabbed a pack of wet wipes and tossed them to Auriel with an apology for his callous joke ("Darn, would have won that bet too") then turned to the Wight and gratefully accepted the foaming mug of ale. "Sorry about the Beverly Hillbillies thing. It was just a case of a tune running endlessly through my head. If I didn't do something with it, I would have been unable to sleep for days. Your staves were much more stately I admit. But that's why I'm only a Wight-in-training and you 'Da Wight'," responded Mithadan. "And a HAPPY B-D DAY to you old friend." With that, he drained the mug in a single long draught. __________________ Beleriand, Beleriand, the borders of the Elven-land.

05-20-2002, 03:27 PM	#26
Niere-Teleliniel Haunting Spirit Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: In a messy room on the third floor. Posts: 67	(Woah, this thing's movin fast!) Niere sticks her head in the door and yells howdy! I'll be back later! __________________ He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.... ~Douglas Adams

05-20-2002, 04:01 PM	#27
Auriel Haevasawen Wight Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Nowhere of importance Posts: 240	I would be delighted to dance Frodo (sorry it's taken me so long to reply back in the real world thrown off the computer so someone could do a search for his summer holidays 'cos the soccer was finished!) I think Rosa will be alright left under that tree, I brought back the herbal alka-seltzer for her. I'm starting to learn a few names and feel a bit more confident. As for a little short, as elves go I'm no giant, you'll be a fine dancing partner. Do you think that young Legolas will ever escape? I worry for him persued by all those young girls. __________________ Auriel

05-20-2002, 04:18 PM	#28
twinkle Animated Skeleton Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: my little blooming garden Posts: 45	twinkle, having been lost in the depths of mirkwood, gave a great start as an arrow plunked into the tree right next to her... attached was a missive from mithadan, who in his great foresight must have known the addlebrained twinkle would lose her way to the party.... clutching the little invitation with its diminutive map, she sets out once again to find her way to the partygrounds.... finally arriving out of breath, her pretty red dress all in shambles from digging through mirkwood's underbrush, she hides behind one of the pavillions to get her appearance back in order.... straightening out what's left of her dress and pulling her hair into pigtails (they suit the party mood best anyway), she hurriedly rushes round the side of the pavillion only to bump headlong into the barrow-wight...toppling them both to the ground..."ooooops, not the greeting i had in mind BW, sorry to be such a klutz!" [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] ... but as she is already in prime position twinkle gives him a sweet peck on the cheek and wishes him a very happy birthday.... scrambling back up she offers the barrow-wight a hand to haul him off the ground and fervently hopes he wont annihilate her for the undignified assault... twinkle then turns tail and runs, only to return in the blink of an eye with a brimming mug of ale and a string of embarrassed apologies...maybe the best way to appease the great one..... once the barrow-wight is busy with his drink, twinkle makes good her escape....only to bump right into the next innocent bystander...the effect this time being that she bounces right off the human wall that is Mithadan, landing on her derriere.... ouch, ouch, ouch....that hurt.... so there she sits redfaced, in a tangle of skirts, peering up at Mith with a lopsided and once again apologetic smile.... it seems the court jester has arrived [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] and here she had tried so hard to show off her more ladylike side today.... Mith however, true gentleman that he is, helps her to her feet and seats her on a nearby bench... "let me fetch you a glass of wine my dear" he says and turns to head in the direction of the bar, only now breaking into loud guffaws.... so twinkle sits on her little bench, rubbing her bruised posterior and takes her first real look around... she spots Estelyn from afar, Sindacuion is also here....and she catches a fleeting glimpse of Kate as she moves amongst the throng of people.... 'i'll just rest here for a moment and catch my breath, at least it's still fairly early and i'll be sure to greet all my wonderful friends as soon as i get some semblance of bearings back.' [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] __________________ “For if joyful is the fountain that rises in the sun, its springs are in the wells of sorrow unfathomable at the foundations of the Earth.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion

05-20-2002, 04:23 PM	#29
Auriel Haevasawen Wight Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Nowhere of importance Posts: 240	"Oh well, it has been such fun dancing, drinking and meeting great new people but it is 23.14 back in the mortal lands and I have work at 7.30am so I must leave this most excellent of birthday parties." Auriel heads across to the Barrow Wight who is still one of the most terrifying creatures she has ever beheld and summons the courage to speak, confidence gained by all the excellent friends she has made. Standing at his side is Mithadan, she greets them both. "Many Happy Returns Barrowdowns, I have never been in such a welcoming place or known such a good party. Thank you and goodnight." She raises what is left of her mirrovur (she has never been able to spell) to them both, curtisies timidly and turns away. She leaves the party as quietly as she arrived smiling brightly at Piosenniel, Frodo Baggins, Rosa who is totally incapacitated and has no idea who she is and finally a special little smile for that likely elf boy she grabbed for a dance. "Good night everyone, see you on the forums when the hangovers wear off." Auriel is gone. __________________ Auriel

05-20-2002, 04:43 PM	#30
Galadrie1 Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: The wrong place at the wrong time. Posts: 385	Galadriel looks up from where she had been sleeping, under a tree. she glances down at her wine glass and, noticing it's empty, runs on shaky legs towards a table with a couple bottles of wine on it. she gulps down a couple glasses, fills another one, and carries it back with her to the tree, where she realizes she used the word "couple" too often. [ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Galadrie1 ] __________________ "For this is what your folk would call magic, I believe; though I do not understand clearly what they mean; and they seem to use the same word of the deceits of the Enemy. But this, if you will, is the magic of Galadriel."

05-20-2002, 05:01 PM	#31
Aralaithiel Ghost Eldaran Queen Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: A remote mountain in Valinor Posts: 353	The dancing and merriment come to a complete halt as Aralaithiel, HIgh Queen of the Eldar, enters the room and hands little bottles of her "special recipie" miruvor to all assembled. She has also brought her famous cinnamon-sugar lembas, and all partake of the rich treats. Kuruharan, enchanted by the Eldaran Queen's beauty, approaches her cautiously. "Hello, milady! Glad you could come!" he says, bowing reverently low. "Greetings, Kuruharan! Lovely to see you!" Aralaithiel replies with a smile. "Would you care to dance?" Kuruharan asks meekly, unsure of his grace compared to Aralaithiel's. "I would be delighted!" Aralaithiel replies. The other men in the room also desire to dance with the Eldaran Queen as she gracefully flies across the dance floor. When the song stops, Aralaithiel frantically searches for Glenethor, littlemanpoet. or any man (especially an Elf) who would delight in a dance with her. [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] [ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Aralaithiel ] __________________ A lelyat, wen! (Quenya Elvish for "You go, girl!"

05-20-2002, 05:08 PM	#32
Galadrie1 Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: The wrong place at the wrong time. Posts: 385	Galadriel sits back down by her tree after grabbing some of Aralaithiel's miruvor. she opens the bottle, sniffs the contents, and decides to leave things marked "special recipe" to someone a little more daring. she throws the bottle over her shoulder. "now, back to my wine," she mumbles under her breath... __________________ "For this is what your folk would call magic, I believe; though I do not understand clearly what they mean; and they seem to use the same word of the deceits of the Enemy. But this, if you will, is the magic of Galadriel."

05-20-2002, 05:11 PM	#33
VanimaEdhel Etheral Enchantress Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Wellesley College! Posts: 1,461	The beautiful Elf maiden runs into the room, her blonde hair flowing behind her, along with her pretty peach, veily gown Oh! Sorry! This opened at 9:00 EST in the U.S. and I have to be in school at 8:00 A.M. I just finished my work! Back into my identity: Menelduliniel (aka VanimaEdhel) stops and pants, realizing how unelegant that entrance was...and that she is still a bit drunk from the waiting room party she had with her hubby, Legolas Well...what did I miss scans the conversations Hmmm... Takes out her flute and plays a happy song (we're at the party: no sad love songs!) When the song is over, she waits for different music and begins to dance with her husband, the prince of Mirkwood. After that is over, she wanders over, grabs some ale, and sits at the table with some of her friends from Mirkwood and talks in Elvish and laughs. Hey! Barrow-Wight! Enjoy your day! Attack a hobbit or two (coughFrodocough) Dances in a circle, then runs up the nearest tree, sits in the bows, and dangles her feet over to watch what's going to happen next... me waves to Aralaithiel and tells Legolas to go dance with his other wife for a while [ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: VanimaEdhel ] __________________ "I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time." - Hobbes of Calvin and Hobbes

05-20-2002, 05:15 PM	#34
Thinhyandoiel Wight Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Canada Posts: 187	Finally free of her duties for the day, Thinhyandoiel joins the party quietly. Having arrived late, she knows she has missed so much already. She sees familiar faces, and nods to each one in turn. "Always late," she murmurs to herself and slightly shakes her head. Then she smiles. "But better late than never!" __________________ In gwidh ristennen, i fae narchannen I lach Anor ed ardhon gwannen Caled veleg, ethuiannen

05-20-2002, 05:16 PM	#35
Elenna A Ghostly Light Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: My private bubble of innocence Posts: 563	Elenna parks her horse near the gate and enters boldly. She has already spotted the Barrow-Wight and makes her way over to him. She starts to bow, and then realizes she's wearing a thrice-blasted skirt again and tries to change swiftly into a curtsy, causing her to fall. He merely laughs and takes a swig from his mug. "Definitely my kind of party" the elf maid thinks to herself as she wanders off to find someone else she knows. __________________ If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."

05-20-2002, 05:17 PM	#36
Galadrie1 Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: The wrong place at the wrong time. Posts: 385	Galadriel looks up at her tree, and sees a pair of feet dangling above her. "Hey!" she shouts, and jumps up into the tree. She is greeted by an elf who calls herself Menelduliniel. "hello there, Menelduliniel," says Galadriel, hiccupping a bit. "would you fancy some wine?" she asks, pulling a bottle from some pocket on her dress... __________________ "For this is what your folk would call magic, I believe; though I do not understand clearly what they mean; and they seem to use the same word of the deceits of the Enemy. But this, if you will, is the magic of Galadriel."

05-20-2002, 05:19 PM	#37
*Mithadan* Spirit of Mist Join Date: Jul 2000 Location: Tol Eressea Posts: 3,397	Trying hard not to snicker, the "human wall" returns with a glass of chardonnay for the fair Twinkle and two more mugs of ale. He hands one to the Wight (if his hand is full he can't abduct, sacrifice or obliterate anyone) and takes a draught from the second. He is becoming increasingly concerned for the safety of the psychologist that has been following the Wight around prattling on about displaced emotions and feelings of inadequacy. Hopefully, Maril will reappear and conjure away the therapist before the Wight slices her in two. Otherwise, he hopes that Maril has given the unwanted guest some lessons on the use of a sword (cut, parry, windmill). He sits with Twinkle for a moment, resting after a long day. Across the field, some Elves have begun tossing a loudly complaining Dwarf. A stray Hobbit, accidently ejected from an overly vigorous Springle Ring, crashes into a group of Orcs discussing Tolkien's use of light and dark imagery and the visual nature of his writing. The evening has just begun... __________________ Beleriand, Beleriand, the borders of the Elven-land.

05-20-2002, 05:23 PM	#38
Gimli Son Of Gloin Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: The Halls of Montezuma, and the Shores of Tripoli Posts: 495	Gimli staggers into the building in torn rags, wielding a dented axe, and sporting multiple cuts and bruises. "Army...Orcs...Here..." he groans as he kneels over and faints. Everyone junps up in terror. "Gotcha!" yells Gimli as he leaps up. __________________ The Few, the Proud, the Marines.