**Birthday Party in the Barrow** (May, 2005) - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Assasin · 05-03-2005, 01:05 PM

Lauren got up from where she had been quietly sitting in the corner. "I've got a poem, though it's not as serious as Hookbill's. She cleared her throat and began,

The Horse and Rider
In the grey dawn, a man on a horse galloped across the plain, and looked up. A light, a flame, was in the east. The sun was rising and they sped away, away to the sun and the red morn.
Away to the sun and the red morn!
The light of battle was in the horse’s eyes, and the man was girded with sword and shield. Their call was to battle, to battle in the east.
Away to the sun and the red morn!
The combat was getting close, and the sensing the conflict across the plain the horse sped onward, it’s mane streaming in the breeze.
Away to the sun and the red morn!
The manbecame one with the horse their actions as one, their movements as one. They rode together as the sun filled the sky, to the battle in which both must protect their honor.
Away to the sun and the red morn!
At last the field of combat, the sun was now high in the sky. The man gave a shout and the horse nieghed in unison, as they rode together to glory, to death.
Away to the sun and war!

wilwarin538 · 05-03-2005, 01:33 PM

This morning when Wilwa woke up she had sneaked out to go home and freshen up. She returned now pleased to see the Barrow Wight had finally arrived. She walked towards him to say hello and give him his gift smiling at the giant hand and Numenorean swords.

"Hello Mr. Wight" she said, handing him the silver spoons, which were in a clear case with a green tint, it was wrapped in a light green wrapping paper. The spoons themselves where silve with (you guessed it) green gems on the end." Happy Birthday to the downs, may there be many more years to come.

***Thenamir*** · 05-03-2005, 04:14 PM

Thenamir/TVS winced at Hookbill's attempt at poetry. He turned to Estelyn/H and inquired "Is it possible that our dear friend Hookbill has another alias? I am reminded of a certain elf of our acquaintance named Vogonwe..."

He then returned to his guitar and began strumming, softly at first, then with greater volume and purpose as a song began coming to his mind.

(To the tune of Don McLean's "American Pie")

A long long time ago, In a darkened barrow-way,
A wight was sleeping, nightmare-like
Dreaming of his former chance to squish those men like little ants
Away up in the North near Deadman's Dike

The men of Westernesse did quiver
And many foes did he de-liver
But then he made a misstep
And fell without one more step

The wight awoke and then he cried,
Not sad, but lo, for joy inside,
He loves it in the afterlife,
The day B W died.

My, my this here Barrow-wight guy
He can party really hearty once he opens his eyes,
He slept too long, but this party still flies
Singin' "Hey man, all your ale kegs are dry!"
"Hey man, all your ale kegs are dry!"

Thenamir/TVS looked over at the Barrow-wight and grinned, and BW reluctantly pulled out more ale kegs from his vast pantry. In his real-life guise, Thenamir drank nothing stronger than Coca-Cola, but this is, after all, a death-day party, and what's a party without ale?

Formendacil · 05-03-2005, 04:39 PM

His sneaky mischief done, and with only minor throwing of food, Formendacil retired with a guilty smile to the kitchen.

He was more or less out of things to do, people to see. He decided to round up his things, and move them all to the hall, so as to facilitate departure when the time came. After all, the Barrow was one of the last places where one would want to be leaving things one might need, and was certainly not a place to overstay one's welcome.

Unfortunately, the corridor towards the broom closet where his suit and cloak remained hidden was blocked off, so he had to descend down a different passage in hopes of finding a cross-passage back to the first.

This was, he noted guiltily, rather fun, sneaking around the Barrow...

THE Ka · 05-03-2005, 05:02 PM

Ka was caught in a rush between theories yelled across the room, and songs sung between peoples in opposite places in the barrow. it was rather confusing, and Ka felt that a chair would bring some stability. Stitting down, she noticed that the BarrowWright had finally come.

" Finally, I was curious if they would arrive." Noted ka to herself.

It was the third day, and things were beginning to wind down abit. The food table was rather scant, but the kegs were flowing making the atmosphere rather bubbly. Ka walked over to the gift table and placed a present on the table for the Barrow Wright. She hadn't known what they really prefered, but a top hat would have to do. Especially since it was in such a smashing box too. Everyone deserved a top hat, it completments anyone's head, that at least was one reason.

As usual, Ka felt like a loner. Walking about seemed to relieve her mind of it and it's plagues. Though, it became rather boring after about the ninth trip around the whole room. Seeing nothing better to do, ka sped home for awhile and gathered a canvas, paints, palette and some stuff for the starving food table, which in this case was a nice spinach goulash that she had never gotten around to eating ( Don't worry! It has only been living in my fridge for two days!

). Returning, she found the same activities taking place and after making a stop at the food table, found a nice corner and painted everyone as they were, including the wonderful interior design of the barrow.

littlemanpoet · 05-03-2005, 06:48 PM

Seeing that not a soul was impressed with his Trickster theory, and frankly glad of it, LMP shrugged and got off his chair. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a pair of three foot deep congas and started setting up a back beat in 4/4 time. His personae, Eodwine, Garreth and Harreld, from the White Horse, wafted away from his person and pulled out brass instruments and started up a three part brass riff. Falco Boffin, normally not known for musical talent, not even singing, nevertheless reached into his back pocket and pulled out a bass guitar complete with amplifier and electrical hook ups and started thrumming for all he was worth. Then LMP started doing a somewhat bad job of mimicking Peter Gabriel.

you could have a grond ram
if you'd just lay down your orcs
you could have a nazgul flying
if you bring your doom sky back

all you do is call me
I'll be any Ring you need

you could have a big mumak
going up and down, all around Pelenno
you could have a hundred wargs, howling,
this abuse just never ends

all you do is call me
I'll be any Ring you need

I want to use a dwarven hammer
why don't you call for Dain
oh let me use a dwarven hammer
this could be the best, if only

show me round your hobbit hole
'cos I will be your honey and tea
open up your hobbit hole
where the tea is precisely at three

I want to be your dwarven hammer
why don't you call for Dain
you'd better use a dwarven hammer
put your axe at rest
I'm going to use a dwarven hammer
this could be the best, if only
I've got a dwarven hammer
let there be no doubt about it

dwarf! dwarf! dwarven hammer

I've seen a dragon
shed its skin
then came the new stuff
it went prancing in, it went prancing in
oh won't you show your Ring
and I will show you mine
show me your Ring and I will show you mine
yea yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I do mean Rings
only Rings
they've been coming through
going to build that power
build, build up that power, hey
I've been feeding the dragon
I've been feeding the dragon
going to feel that power build in him

yeah yeah yeah
all day and night
et cetera

A few souls could be seen here and there grooving and moving to the tune. LMP had fun watching it all, and thanked the Valar for the chorus that suddenly backed him, made up of Fea, Eswen, and other various and sundry persons from various rpgs.

Hilde Bracegirdle · 05-03-2005, 07:11 PM

The familiar feeling that she would soon become a pumpkin crept over Hilde. She was not used to late nights, and stretched, bending her head this way and that before wiping dry her bowl and rejoining the party just long enough to wish them well. Carrying the transparent bowl in the crook of her equally transparent arm, she grabbed her bag with the other swinging it over her shoulder clumsily and crossed over to the table that held the gifts as the crowd listened attentively, grooving to LMP's show. Rummaging at the bottom of the bag, she drew out a bit of inheritance that she had never properly appreciated; a gaudy brooch she thought might find a better home with someone fond of such things.

But she found she was not prepared to leave the brooch on the table with the other gifts. Pulling off her nametag, she chuckled to herself. Scratching out what she had written there and over all scrawled ‘HILDE ->’ sticking it on the brooch. Quickly going to the bookcase with a clank she threw the thing in the spittoon, and turned to go.

Seeing that the Barrow-wight was in their midst, she started over to him with half a mind to ask about the photograph gracing his shelf, but thought better of it. Some mysteries are better off as mysteries. It was probably just a bit of mathom. “Wish I knew Master Bombadil, wings or no,” she muttered to herself. “Now there’s the one who would be like to get a straight answer about such things from the Wight himself, make no mistake!”

And so bowing low, first to the Barrow-wight and then to Esty/H, she thanked them both, and walked out her form, rapidly dissolving into the mist.

Oddwen · 05-03-2005, 07:46 PM

After waving her hand in Menel's silly grinning face for some hours, Alice finally walked off.
She had had her fill at the food table, so she was heading in the opposite direction when the BW awoke.
Immediately, the room grew colder and there was a darkness wherever he stood or walked. Hurriedly, she searched in her pockets for her gift - hankerchief, drum key, keys, other keys, spare change, lint...ah! A small box finally found, favorably fondled for a few moments 'fore being forked over to the intended recipient.

Inside was a small beaded pin. It would have taken her months to make in Real Life, however online time is relative and it had taken her a few sec...okay, she put a lot of thought into it. It depicted a rather dark looking gravemound, which was almost certain to contain all sorts of mold, moisture, stalactites, and treasure left with the body of some dead monarch to satisfy their souls in the afterlife. The B-W sniffed sentimentally, and placed it in a nearby tresurebox.

"Very nice," he said before being called off.

Alice snuck upon the newcomer Gil-Galad. "Hey Mr. Galad," she said. "I've got to know...do you type with boxing gloves on?" Before he could pop her glasses off with his One Cool Power, she sprinted off laughing.

05-03-2005, 01:05 PM	#1
Assasin Wight Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: In a desert. Posts: 142	Lauren got up from where she had been quietly sitting in the corner. "I've got a poem, though it's not as serious as Hookbill's. She cleared her throat and began, The Horse and Rider In the grey dawn, a man on a horse galloped across the plain, and looked up. A light, a flame, was in the east. The sun was rising and they sped away, away to the sun and the red morn. Away to the sun and the red morn! The light of battle was in the horse’s eyes, and the man was girded with sword and shield. Their call was to battle, to battle in the east. Away to the sun and the red morn! The combat was getting close, and the sensing the conflict across the plain the horse sped onward, it’s mane streaming in the breeze. Away to the sun and the red morn! The manbecame one with the horse their actions as one, their movements as one. They rode together as the sun filled the sky, to the battle in which both must protect their honor. Away to the sun and the red morn! At last the field of combat, the sun was now high in the sky. The man gave a shout and the horse nieghed in unison, as they rode together to glory, to death. Away to the sun and war! __________________ Death is as light as a feather, duty is as heavy as a mountain.

05-03-2005, 01:33 PM	#2
wilwarin538 Fluttering Enchantment Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Canada Posts: 2,508	This morning when Wilwa woke up she had sneaked out to go home and freshen up. She returned now pleased to see the Barrow Wight had finally arrived. She walked towards him to say hello and give him his gift smiling at the giant hand and Numenorean swords. "Hello Mr. Wight" she said, handing him the silver spoons, which were in a clear case with a green tint, it was wrapped in a light green wrapping paper. The spoons themselves where silve with (you guessed it) green gems on the end." Happy Birthday to the downs, may there be many more years to come. __________________ Comme une étoile amarante Comme un papillon de nuit C'est la lumière qui m'attire La flamme qui m'éblouit Fenris Muffin

05-03-2005, 04:14 PM	#3
*Thenamir* Spectre of Capitalism Join Date: May 2001 Location: Battling evil bureaucrats at Zeta Aquilae Posts: 987	Thenamir/TVS winced at Hookbill's attempt at poetry. He turned to Estelyn/H and inquired "Is it possible that our dear friend Hookbill has another alias? I am reminded of a certain elf of our acquaintance named Vogonwe..." He then returned to his guitar and began strumming, softly at first, then with greater volume and purpose as a song began coming to his mind. (To the tune of Don McLean's "American Pie") A long long time ago, In a darkened barrow-way, A wight was sleeping, nightmare-like Dreaming of his former chance to squish those men like little ants Away up in the North near Deadman's Dike The men of Westernesse did quiver And many foes did he de-liver But then he made a misstep And fell without one more step The wight awoke and then he cried, Not sad, but lo, for joy inside, He loves it in the afterlife, The day B W died. My, my this here Barrow-wight guy He can party really hearty once he opens his eyes, He slept too long, but this party still flies Singin' "Hey man, all your ale kegs are dry!" "Hey man, all your ale kegs are dry!" Thenamir/TVS looked over at the Barrow-wight and grinned, and BW reluctantly pulled out more ale kegs from his vast pantry. In his real-life guise, Thenamir drank nothing stronger than Coca-Cola, but this is, after all, a death-day party, and what's a party without ale? __________________ The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane. ~~ Marcus Aurelius

05-03-2005, 04:39 PM	#4
Formendacil Dead Serious Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Perched on Thangorodrim's towers. Posts: 3,328	His sneaky mischief done, and with only minor throwing of food, Formendacil retired with a guilty smile to the kitchen. He was more or less out of things to do, people to see. He decided to round up his things, and move them all to the hall, so as to facilitate departure when the time came. After all, the Barrow was one of the last places where one would want to be leaving things one might need, and was certainly not a place to overstay one's welcome. Unfortunately, the corridor towards the broom closet where his suit and cloak remained hidden was blocked off, so he had to descend down a different passage in hopes of finding a cross-passage back to the first. This was, he noted guiltily, rather fun, sneaking around the Barrow... __________________ I prefer history, true or feigned.

05-03-2005, 05:02 PM	#5
THE Ka Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: As with the flygja Posts: 1,403	Ka was caught in a rush between theories yelled across the room, and songs sung between peoples in opposite places in the barrow. it was rather confusing, and Ka felt that a chair would bring some stability. Stitting down, she noticed that the BarrowWright had finally come. " Finally, I was curious if they would arrive." Noted ka to herself. It was the third day, and things were beginning to wind down abit. The food table was rather scant, but the kegs were flowing making the atmosphere rather bubbly. Ka walked over to the gift table and placed a present on the table for the Barrow Wright. She hadn't known what they really prefered, but a top hat would have to do. Especially since it was in such a smashing box too. Everyone deserved a top hat, it completments anyone's head, that at least was one reason. As usual, Ka felt like a loner. Walking about seemed to relieve her mind of it and it's plagues. Though, it became rather boring after about the ninth trip around the whole room. Seeing nothing better to do, ka sped home for awhile and gathered a canvas, paints, palette and some stuff for the starving food table, which in this case was a nice spinach goulash that she had never gotten around to eating ( Don't worry! It has only been living in my fridge for two days! ). Returning, she found the same activities taking place and after making a stop at the food table, found a nice corner and painted everyone as they were, including the wonderful interior design of the barrow. __________________ Vinur, vinur skilur tú meg? Veitst tú ongan loyniveg? Hevur tú reikað líka sum eg, í endaleysu tokuni?

05-03-2005, 06:48 PM	#6
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Seeing that not a soul was impressed with his Trickster theory, and frankly glad of it, LMP shrugged and got off his chair. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a pair of three foot deep congas and started setting up a back beat in 4/4 time. His personae, Eodwine, Garreth and Harreld, from the White Horse, wafted away from his person and pulled out brass instruments and started up a three part brass riff. Falco Boffin, normally not known for musical talent, not even singing, nevertheless reached into his back pocket and pulled out a bass guitar complete with amplifier and electrical hook ups and started thrumming for all he was worth. Then LMP started doing a somewhat bad job of mimicking Peter Gabriel. you could have a grond ram if you'd just lay down your orcs you could have a nazgul flying if you bring your doom sky back all you do is call me I'll be any Ring you need you could have a big mumak going up and down, all around Pelenno you could have a hundred wargs, howling, this abuse just never ends all you do is call me I'll be any Ring you need I want to use a dwarven hammer why don't you call for Dain oh let me use a dwarven hammer this could be the best, if only show me round your hobbit hole 'cos I will be your honey and tea open up your hobbit hole where the tea is precisely at three I want to be your dwarven hammer why don't you call for Dain you'd better use a dwarven hammer put your axe at rest I'm going to use a dwarven hammer this could be the best, if only I've got a dwarven hammer let there be no doubt about it dwarf! dwarf! dwarven hammer I've seen a dragon shed its skin then came the new stuff it went prancing in, it went prancing in oh won't you show your Ring and I will show you mine show me your Ring and I will show you mine yea yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I do mean Rings only Rings they've been coming through going to build that power build, build up that power, hey I've been feeding the dragon I've been feeding the dragon going to feel that power build in him yeah yeah yeah all day and night et cetera A few souls could be seen here and there grooving and moving to the tune. LMP had fun watching it all, and thanked the Valar for the chorus that suddenly backed him, made up of Fea, Eswen, and other various and sundry persons from various rpgs.

05-03-2005, 07:11 PM	#7
Hilde Bracegirdle Relic of Wandering Days Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: You'll See Perpetual Change. Posts: 1,480	The familiar feeling that she would soon become a pumpkin crept over Hilde. She was not used to late nights, and stretched, bending her head this way and that before wiping dry her bowl and rejoining the party just long enough to wish them well. Carrying the transparent bowl in the crook of her equally transparent arm, she grabbed her bag with the other swinging it over her shoulder clumsily and crossed over to the table that held the gifts as the crowd listened attentively, grooving to LMP's show. Rummaging at the bottom of the bag, she drew out a bit of inheritance that she had never properly appreciated; a gaudy brooch she thought might find a better home with someone fond of such things. But she found she was not prepared to leave the brooch on the table with the other gifts. Pulling off her nametag, she chuckled to herself. Scratching out what she had written there and over all scrawled ‘HILDE ->’ sticking it on the brooch. Quickly going to the bookcase with a clank she threw the thing in the spittoon, and turned to go. Seeing that the Barrow-wight was in their midst, she started over to him with half a mind to ask about the photograph gracing his shelf, but thought better of it. Some mysteries are better off as mysteries. It was probably just a bit of mathom. “Wish I knew Master Bombadil, wings or no,” she muttered to herself. “Now there’s the one who would be like to get a straight answer about such things from the Wight himself, make no mistake!” And so bowing low, first to the Barrow-wight and then to Esty/H, she thanked them both, and walked out her form, rapidly dissolving into the mist. Last edited by Hilde Bracegirdle; 05-04-2005 at 03:41 AM.

05-03-2005, 07:46 PM	#8
Oddwen Drummer in the Deep Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Next Sunday A.D. Posts: 2,145	After waving her hand in Menel's silly grinning face for some hours, Alice finally walked off. She had had her fill at the food table, so she was heading in the opposite direction when the BW awoke. Immediately, the room grew colder and there was a darkness wherever he stood or walked. Hurriedly, she searched in her pockets for her gift - hankerchief, drum key, keys, other keys, spare change, lint...ah! A small box finally found, favorably fondled for a few moments 'fore being forked over to the intended recipient. Inside was a small beaded pin. It would have taken her months to make in Real Life, however online time is relative and it had taken her a few sec...okay, she put a lot of thought into it. It depicted a rather dark looking gravemound, which was almost certain to contain all sorts of mold, moisture, stalactites, and treasure left with the body of some dead monarch to satisfy their souls in the afterlife. The B-W sniffed sentimentally, and placed it in a nearby tresurebox. "Very nice," he said before being called off. Alice snuck upon the newcomer Gil-Galad. "Hey Mr. Galad," she said. "I've got to know...do you type with boxing gloves on?" Before he could pop her glasses off with his One Cool Power, she sprinted off laughing.