A Downer Dinner Party

[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.