A Downer Dinner Party

[Child of the 7th Age]

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

[Encaitare]

Originally Posted by Child

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

Nice woman, that Child.

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

[Anguirel]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Boromir88]

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

I hope you don't expect us Gondorians to just let ourselves get kicked out while you party?

Seriously though, good choices. I think Queen Beruthiel would definitely liven some things up.

[Mithalwen]

That sounds delightful Anguirel - I love Florence and Italian food; although the company may be a little daunting what wonderful music we shall have. You will have to join us for the dancing Boromir

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

A stroke of inspiration... My dinner party shall be... interesting...

On the menu: llama, chicken, and sheep. Once consumed in the late hours, we shall perhaps have a sewing party to deal with the left over wool and skins.

On the guestlist:

Kath, to be dinner partners with mormegil. Based on some past decisions, she has a rather irrevocable bond with him.

Orominuialwen partners Eomer of the Rohirrim for the evening. His exhuberance will well compliment her quiet-and-creepiness. They will be able to well discuss opposing strategies for different sorts of shenanigans.

the phantom will, of course, be my arm candy for the evening. Surely he'll look dashing as ever, what with all of those wolfish grins as he confidentally struts his way about in a suit... this is, of course, before he dons his sheep's clothing.

Kuruharan will be matched for the evening with malkatoj; the first winner I've had the pleasure of working with, partnered with the most recent.

littlemanpoet is to be partnered with Lalaith, who, by all accounts is quite accomplished.

Discussions will include philosophies, random plots, and a rather lot of subtlety.

I foresee that when my eyeglasses, binoculars, contact lenses, shades, telescope and monacle go missing, not a soul will own up to the theft, deftly pointing fingers and providing alibis for themselves. After the party, once I have successfully lost all of my belongings, I will get an anonymous note claiming that my guests were a little too worried about whether or not I could See.

Also attending my party are an equivilent number of Dunedain, there to guard my guests, myself, and my premeses. Surely it will be a fantastically fun night.