Barrow-Downs Birthday Party at the Fields of Cormallen

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel stands up on the tree-branch that she's sitting on. "hey," she says, thinking out loud, "this is a birthday party!!!. happy birthday, barrowdowns!!!" she sighs, having used up the last of her energy. she sits back down on the branch, and closes her eyes. "I'll....wake up...sometime.." she mumbles, and falls into a deep sleep...

[Niere-Teleliniel]

Niere: AAAAA! My gosh! You go to eat dinner and the thread doubles in size! [Pant...pant...]

Anyhoo, since this is formal, she is wearing a floor length dk brwn dress. Her mass of frizzy auburn hair wouldn't cooperate, so it is wound in a very odd-looking turban of hawiian fabric.

With a friendly, "Hey Howdy Hey!" to BW, she sits down in an unoccupied spot and hopes someone will notice her. After a few minutes of watching BW scare people to death and no conversation whatsoever, she pulls out 101 Elvish Names To Translate and starts working.

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Niere-Teleliniel ]

[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel puts a blanket over Galadriel and slips a pillow under her head

Quel kaima (good sleep...or, basically: sleep well).

[Kuruharan]

"Ah, good, no funny colors or girls chasing Legolas."

It wasn't supposed to cause funny colors, it was supposed to cause...uh, I mean, I didn't do it, how would I know!

Thank you for the lovely dance Aralaithiel. I'd been a long time since I'd seen you.

Elves have begun tossing a loudly complaining Dwarf.

That was not fun at all! Now I've got a couple of broken ribs and various bashes and boo-boos. If you'll excuse me, I have to go have some "medicine" now!

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

[VanimaEdhel]

That's good that no other maidens are chasing Legolas! Or else they would have to deal with Aralaithiel and me (naaah: we trust Legolas not to take up any of their offers...or would we... ) LOL

[Thinhyandoiel]

Having heard of the Safe Dr.Pepper, Thinhyandoiel goes to check it out. Nearby she sees Legolas hiding behind a tree, every so often peeking out to take a quick look around.

"Fangirls, I assume." Thinhyandoiel smirks and, grabbing a Dr. Pepper and popping the top, goes off in search of the Barrow-Wight. It was his special day, after all, and she was determined to put up with "the stench" long enough to say a good word or two. [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel looks around to see if anyone is watching...when she sees that no one is, she sneaks out of the party into a nearby woods. She knows not why she is going, but she senses that beauty lies ahead...she passes through tall trees and comes to a hidden glade, with a beautiful, silvery lake.

The festivities still heard, Menelduliniel pulls up her long, silky dress a bit, and dangles her feet in the cool water...

[Niere-Teleliniel]

Random interjection from Niere: Hey everyone! Here's the translation for Mallory!

MALLORY (f.) - French 'unhappy, unlucky'; *úalassea "unjoyful" (probably might be contracted to *úlassea, but then it would also mean 'unleaved'), thus Úalassie (or Úlassie alternatively)

[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel usually doesn't post twice in a row, she just wants you to know she is leaving the festivities for a little while (dinner, sleep, school...the usual), and will be back...in the meantime: I will be by the little pond [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] . Tenna' ento lye omenta (until next we meet)!

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[ElanorGamgee]

Elanor gives Kuruharan a look of reproach. "Now, now, drugging little Dr.Pepper-loving Hobbits is not nice, not nice at all. Oh, well, crazier thing have happened at Barrow-Downs parties!" She stands on the tips of her toes and scans the crowd, looking for a dance partner.

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel wakes up, and carefully sits up. she slowly climbs down from the tree, and looks around. the first thing she sees is Legolas hiding behind another tree "how curious," she thinks and walks over to him, but he screams and runs away. "curiouser and curiouser..." she thinks as she turns towards the festivities. she grabs some fruit off of a table and munches on it as she watches the goings-on...

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[Laiedheliel]

Laiedheliel, still wandering around looking for a worthy dance partner, thanks Niere for her translation of the name and greets everyone with a bright smile and a melodious hello. The bottle of mirovur in her hand is perpetually full, no matter how deeply she drinks. She passes many people, still feeling lonely, though the party is great...

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel runs up to Laiedheliel. "hey there!" she exclaims. "want some wine?" she asks as she pulls a bottle from some pocket on her dress.

[Thinhyandoiel]

Still in her search for the BW, Thinhyandoiel passes Galadrie1 as she plucks out a wine bottle from some pocket in her dress. She blinks, not sure if she saw what she just thought saw. What kind of super-dress IS that?!

[Galadrie1]

laughs at the look on Thinhyandoiel's face. "it's a fabulous dress! i love it!" she cries out, and dances around wildly with her wine bottle

[The Barrow-Wight]

An obviously inebriated Barrow-Wight stumbled roughly into each guest as he trudged slowly towards the door of his barrow. His oft-emptied mug made its last journey to his swollen lips and was then cast roughly aside, knocking poor Gimli senseless but saving Elenna from a prank the dwarf was about to pull on her. The lonely wightish arm hung listlessly, its fingers opening and closing as if grasping for its recently lost beer glass. He turned at the stone door of his tomb and looked out the the remaining revelers.

Too many, he thought blearily. Twas a time when I’d have abdu…..I would have sacri…. no…. not tonight.

The ghastly wight raised his hand high above his head and gestured wildly for the attention of the partiers.

“Oh no,” groaned twinkle, knowing the inevitable speech was coming.

“I hope it’s short,” muttered piosenniel to no one in perticular.

The Barrow-Wight spoke.

I have brought you all here for a purpose. Three purposes, really.

First, I am immensely fond of you all, and two years is too short a time to stalk all of you around the Downs, haunting your post with the spectre of deletion. I don’t like half of you a third as much as three-fourths think they deserve, and I think about the same about the remaining fifth of you. So there!

Secondly, to celebrate the birthday of The Barrow-Downs! Yee haw!!! Did I say that? Together we are not 144, but you are all gross. Very.

Thirdly, and finally, I wish to make an ANNOUNCEMENT. I regret to announce that this is the end. I will now sacrifi…..ummm…. I mean, I am going now. Good-bye.

With that final phrase The Barrow-Wight fell backwards into his barrow and landed in a crumpled pile on the floor.

“That is one trashed wight,” said Marileangorifurnimaluim (say that three times fast!)

“Let’s party,” shouted Mithadan.

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

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel waves good-bye to Barrow-Wight. She would be trying to figure out what he meant by all that three-fourths and a half thing, but she decides she had better listen to Mithadan, and starts party-ing (which, for Galadriel, includes running around in circles, jumping up and down, and drinking lots of wine).

[Laiedheliel]

Laiedheliel drained her mirovur and had Galadriel refill her glass with wine, which was immediately drained, and she danced with Galadriel in circles while the BW made his speech. The part about the fifth and three-fourths really sent her through a loop, so she figured she had not yet had enough to drink to understand. In her twirlings she happened upon Cimmerian, and he whisked her off in a clumsy, entertaining dance that gave her the giggles. He was obviously more intoxicated that she! He went off to the refreshment table for more drinks, and Laie went off in search of a new partner...

[The Barrow-Wight]

The Barrow-Wight crawled to his phone and dialed 9-11.

"Hello, this is the Shiriff, do you have an emergency?"

"You bet I do! My lawn is full of underage hobbits drinking alcohol and behaving like a pack of Brandybucks at a wake. Like a whole gross of 'em! And I haven't been able tosleep a wink all night. And i think one of them has a weapon."

"We'll be right over!"

"Heh. Heh. I might not be able to abduct and sacrifice them, but I can at least get them arrested."

With that, he slithered back to the furthest recesses of his tomb and fell into a death-like trance.

[ElanorGamgee]

Elanor, too, is baffled by the two-thirds-one-half-one-fifth thing. She trys to figure it out and calculate the probability that she is in the whatever percent of people the Barrow-Wight does like, the probability that she is in percent he does not like, and the probability *shudder* that she is in percent he wants to abduct and sacrifice. So many numbers, so little time. Still looking for a dance partner. With a sigh she guzzles a Dr.Pepper and returns to her calculations.

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[Galadrie1]

Galadriel spins her way to Elanor. "you don't look like your having enough fun" she says, pulling away any tools Elanor was using for her calculations. "here, have some wine," she adds, and pulls a bottle from some pocket on her dress. "oh, one more thing. you don't need a partner to dance. it's much more fun by yourself!" these last words are hard to understand because Galadriel has started twirling around again...

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[Thinhyandoiel]

Still stunned from the super-dress of Galadriel, Thinhyandoiel barely had enough time to whip out her math notes in order to understand the Barrow-Wight's (There he is!!) speech.

"Drat. He's gone. Oh well!" Lifting her can of Safe Dr.Pepper, she toasts the now empty spot where he once stood. "No idea what you said, but it was well-said!" She takes a deep gulp of her drink and then throws the can away (in a recycable recepticle of course! [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]). Turning, she nearly falls over laughing as Galadriel spins past her dancing with her wine bottle.

"I don't think that was 'safe' Dr. Pepper after all!"

[Marileangorifurnimaluim]

A Party?! This is a festival!!

Maril shades her eyes and looks over the crowd, to pavillion after pavillion of food, entertainment.. she is unsuprised to see men of Far Harad arrive on oliphaunts, though whether as entertainment or guests it's hard to say. Both, seemingly.

She spots the helpful psychologist, in sudden grave danger from the BW. Maril draws her own tiny sword - a two-handed tapered blade modeled after the one the Knights Templar used - which at this size looks like a kind of deadly swizzle stick, and tries to demonstrate: "defend the left! No! Right knee forward - Lean into your attacker! It's like skiing!"

She winces.
"Ooo.. that must've hurt..."

Well, at least the Barrow-Wight is satiated for a time.

I'll bet the shrink would've done better if she had something other than a Cross pen.

Just goes to show, the pen is not mightier than the sword.

Maril suddenly looks around - waitaminute, time slip - this happened ten minutes ago, before the BW passed out. But this isn't a Star Trek forum..

At the mention of the name "Marileangorifurnimaluim" Maril returns to life-size, just as she says the words 'Star Trek.' 14 hobbits leap on her, and carry her off in chains.

Let's just hope the police get her soon...

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[ElanorGamgee]

"You're right!" says Elanor, spinning around in circles with Galadriel. Suddenly the hunted Legalos steps out from behind a tree, looking as if he is listening to something far off. "There is a fell voice on the air," he says. Suddenly the members of the party stop to listen to the sirens in the distance, which are slowly becoming louder and louder. "It's the police!" someone shouts.

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel, still spinning, sees some oliphaunts out of the corner of her eye. "oh, neat-o!" she exclaims, earning her a few odd glances from a group of hobbits. She stops spinning, and falls over because she is soooo dizzy. she holds her wine bottle close to her, making sure it doesn't get broken. "it'll be alright," she whispers softly to the bottle...
far off, she hears some one yell something about police, but she's too dizzy to stand up..

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[Thinhyandoiel]

"How...original! What an entrance!" Thinhyandoiel smiles when she spots the Haradhrim parading in on Oliphaunts. Deciding to finally let go and enjoy herself, the dark elven woman grabs the nearest hobbit she can find and joins in a new congo line, oblivious to the approaching sounds.

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel, who had never been able to pass up the chance to be in a congo line, shoves the wine bottle back in some pocket on her dress, grabs Thinhyandoiel by the waist, and staggers along in the line, still kind of dizzy, and still not caring about those people shouting about police or something...
in the line, she looks in awe at the really long run-on sentence she just wrote...

[Kuruharan]

OH-NO! OH-NO! They're on to me! Somebody hide me! I've got to get outta here!

And I wasn't the one who spiked the Dr. Pepper!!!!

And make sure that you tell them that I had nothing to do with letting the mamuks out of their pen!

Oh! And mention that I wasn't the one that brought the pet dragon!

(takes his pet dragon and dives behind a tent and disappears from view.)

[Kuruharan]

(sticks his head out from behind the tent)

she looks in awe at the really long run-on sentence she just wrote...

That happens when you've had as much to drink as you have. [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]

[Thinhyandoiel]

As the congo line gets longer, Thinhyandoiel notices the hobbit infront of her trying to run away!

"What are you doing?" she asks.
"Ale! Ale!" He cries and finally makes a mad dash for the keg, in effect dragging Thinhyandoiel, Galadriel and everyone else behind her with him. Trying to remain inconspicuous, Legolas joins the congo line, hoping it will provide as a serving disguise/hiding place from fangirls/shirrifs.

Thin gives Kuruharan a suspicious glare as he dives into a nearby tent, crying something about spiking the Dr. Pepper, but is so engrossed in the congo line heading for the keg that she soon forgets about it.

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel jumps out of the congo line and glares at Kuruharan. "i have not *hic* had a lot to drink!" she pulls out two empty wine bottles from some pocket in her dress. "just this much! *hic*" she quickly dives out of the way as 10248 screaming girls run in the direction of the congo line. "now, i wonder what that's all about?" she thinks...

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[ElanorGamgee]

"Of course you didn't spike the Dr.Pepper, Kuruharan. How foolish of me to say so," Elanor says with a wink. Hearing the sirens nearing, she quicky begins searching for a good hiding place.

[Thinhyandoiel]

"Wait a sec...." Thinhyandoiel has been running the Barrow-Wight's speech over in her head again and noticed for the first time he called everyone gross!! Very! "How rude!" She wrinkles her nose and drags the hobbit away from the keg before he can fill his mug.

[Thinhyandoiel]

The sound of fanatical screams has Thinhyandoiel turning her head, just in time to see Legolas running off flailing his arms wildly. Suddenly, she suddenly becomes aware of the approaching sirens. "Uh....oh."

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel hears sirens in the distance. "o *hic* dear.." she moans, and stuffs the wine bottles back in the pocket some where on her dress. she runs to her tree, and climbs up into some of the lower branches...

[piosenniel]

Standing on a small hillock in the dark, a glass of shiraz wine swirling in a crystal goblet, piosenniel watches the group of serious faced hobbits approach the party grounds. A shiriff and his hedge-lieutenants, torches blazing against the darkening night sky. The flames catch in the facets of the crystal and reflect back in a riot of color toward the wide-eyed hobbits.

Seeing something, perhaps a monster trying to hypnotize them with a light show, the shiriff calls out in an official voice - 'You there, stand forth and show yourself!'

Being an obedient elven maiden, piosenniel stands forth, waving her hand at the hobbits as she drains the wine. 'Welcome, welcome to the birthday party.' she cries. You're just in time! I've just seen two wagons come through hauling kegs of the best ales from the Prancing Pony and the Green Dragon. Not to mention Farmer Maggot who's come in with a several large sacks of mushrooms and tomatoes. I think he and Mrs. Maggot are setting up over at the cook tent and plan to serve on of their specials. If you hurry you're sure to get a plate and a pint or two!'

'Now see here, young miss.' says the shiriff.'We've come about a complaint of underage drinking and carousing going on here abouts. What about that!'

'Well, I haven't actually seen any of that going on, sir. & as for myself, I'm plenty old enough to be drinking . . . & carousing - all in a sane and legal way , of course!'

'Sir, sir' came several hobbit voices from behind the shirrif. 'We can smell them mushrooms frying and the taste for a pint has got us. Let's check out the eats and drink area for any unlawful activities. This party looks like it will be going strong for a while - let's look for those other problems later.' 'Yeah, much later!' came the eager assent from the entire group.

'Well, gentle hobbits, allow me to show you the way to the party . . . er, miscreants . . . or whatever you'ld like to call them. & thanks for bringing the torches, they'll make for nice lighting at the dance area!'

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[Kuruharan]

...and promptly falls off. Right onto the tent that Kuruharan and Chrysophylax were using as cover.

"Oh-no! (again) My cover is blown! Quick, Chrysophylax, hide behind the stampeding herd of mamuks that are coming!!!"

Kuruharan runs for cover, while Chryso gives him an odd look and flies off into the sunset.

"Drat that worm! I knew I couldn't trust him! Now what'll I do?!"


(P.S. Out of character comment, but this post is supposed to go after Galadriel's last post. I at least have not had too much to drink tonight! [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] )

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

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel hops down from her tree and runs over to piosenniel. "thanks for handling them!!" she says. "how about some wine to celebrate?" she asks, pulling a bottle of wine from some pocket on her dress. but before piosenniel can take any wine, Galadriel is spinning around again, clutching the bottle for dear life...

[Daisy Sandybanks]

The tangy smell of cooked meats and sweet Ale drifts past a weary, wandering Hobbit’s
nose, as she comes to the top of a grassy knoll. Shading her eyes from the bright sun, the fury-footed Hobbit, Daisy, gasps at the immense sight before her. Hundreds apon
hundreds of Middle Earth creatures (some of which she had never laid eye’s apon before)
are spred out amoung various tables and tents. Daisy had heard rumors of a party in this area, but had never taken the time to ponder the emense size of what it would be.
Smiling to herself and picking up the bottom of her frilly skirt, she hurries down the
small hill to join the others in this seemingly excited gathering of creatures. Bright eyed and now bursting with curiosity, Daisy makes her way through the bustling crowd.
Finding, to her great surprise and delight, many familiar faces amoungst all the strangers, she begins to relax a bit, helping herself to a cool mug of ale. Feeling a bit exhausted from all the excitment, Daisy finds a nearby tree to rest apon. Sitting down at the base,
and leaning up against the rough surface of its trunk, she sets her mug of ale besides her in the grass, and finds a comfortable position to rest in.
Closing her eyes, she quietly listens to the soft murmur of nearby voices, and falls into a dream-like state, mumbling to herself, “yes.......yes, I quite like it here...” before nodding off into a deep, peaceful sleep.

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel stands in front of Daisy "of course she falls asleep just when i was about to offer her some wine!" she puts the bottle back into the mystery pocket and spins off into the crowd, nearly hitting the hobbit-sheriff.