Barrow-Downs Birthday Party at the Fields of Cormallen

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[Mithadan]

Having heard rumour of a party, Folly Furfoot and his friend Isengar respond in an appropriately Hobbitish fashion. In anticipation of the service of many fine meals, they attempt to arrive in a timely manner -- three days early.

Tiptoeing up to the forum entrance, Folly tries the door. Isengar, waiting impatiently behind hisses to his friend, "Well? Can we get in?"

Folly turns and shakes his wooly-pated head. "No. The door's locked." They listen for a moment and hear from behind the door the sounds of saws and hammers working feverishly. Even more promising (to the Hobbits' minds) was the sound of bottles clinking and the smell of food being prepared.

"There must be a way in!" cried Isengar.

"There is," said a voice from behind them. They turned to find Mithadan testing the edge of a long knife. "You must get by me first!"

As the Hobbits babbled nervous apologies, Mithadan took the knife by its hilts and, first placing a note on its point, sank it into the locked door. The note read:

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BARROW-DOWNS!
On May 1, 2002, the forums at the Barrow-Downs reached the ripe (and I do mean ripe!)old age of TWO! While the site itself is a bit older, the second anniversary of the opening of the forums is a cause to CELEBRATE!!!!! Therefore, we will have a PARTY in celebration of the second birthday (uh, deathday?) of the Barrow-Downs forums and all members are invited!!!!!

PLACE: The Fields of Cormallen (the Freestyle RPG Room in a thread to be opened there).

TIME: Monday, May 20, 2002 beginning at 9:00am until ????

DRESS: Formal Middle Earth Wear.

There will be an open bar, and meals will be served buffet style.

COME CELEBRATE THE ACHIEVEMENTS OF THE BARROW-WIGHT AND THE BARROW-DOWNS!

RSVP

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"See you Monday and no earlier," said Mithadan with a meaningful glance at the blade. The Hobbits hurriedly fled to mark their calenders and dream about the festivities. Would the day ever arrive?

Mithadan checked to make sure the door and the topic were locked. He chuckled. No one would be able to post until monday when the party began.

[ May 17, 2002: Message edited by: Mithadan ]

[ May 17, 2002: Message edited by: Mithadan ]

[Mithadan]

The day dawned bright and chill over the green fields of Cormallen. Nearby, over the silver ribbon of the river Anduin, seabirds frolicked and cried in welcome of the new morning. On the green lawns stood many pavilions and tents, adorned with bright banners announcing the persons residing within. To the North stood a grand pavillion in which many persons worked feverishly preparing the breakfast buffet. To the left of the kitchens was a great stage upon which musicians readied themselves to ply their trade. To the right stood a vast canopy shading tables laden with every imaginable refreshment. Ice had been brought from the heights of Mindolluin and rested in silver buckets as all readied for the guests.

At the stroke of 9:00am, guests began entering the broad field from all sides, amazed that the barriers, fences and gates which had barred their way had abruptly disappeared. Minstrels wandered the crowds singing many tunes and the rustle of conversation rose to a great din until one mounted the stage and asked for quiet.

"Welcome," cried a man clad in grey breeches and a tunic of bright blue embroidered with threads of silver. A star was on his brows, reflecting the light of the rising sun as he surveyed the crowds with grey eyes. His raven hair blew in the breezes that came from the West. "I am Mithadan! And we are here for a great celebration! Indeed the greatest this place has seen since the fall of Sauron and the destruction of the Ring. We gather to do honor to he who we owe so much to. He who has brought us all together. The Barrow-Wight! Parise him with great praise! Eglerio!" And all cheered.

Then one stood forth bearing a harp of gold and begged leave to sing a song. His honeyed words captivated his audience:

[To the tune of the Theme from the Beverly Hillbillies]

"Let me tell you all a story
about a Wight named Ron,
an old dark wraith
barely kept his website on.
But then one day
while toying with his hoard,
he said 'I'll start
a brand new Tolkien board!'

Forums, that is.
A community.
Talking Tolkien!

Well, next thing you know
the Forums' up on-line,
with lots of new members
yes, its really doing fine.
Talking Elves and Dwarves
and other Tolkien things,
there's even space
to argue Balrog wings!

And Bombadil.
Discussions.
Chatroom too.
Y'all come by, y'hear!"

[Kuruharan]

A dwarf comes stolling along the refreshment table picking up just about everything. Taking up a bottle of the finest Dorwinion wine he uncorks it and raises it in a toast, "To the Barrow-Wight!" He downs the whole bottle in about five gulps. (Dwarves what can you do with them?!)

He then walks over to Mithadan to congratulate him on his excellent verse. "Combining Tolkien with the Beverly Hillbillies was a stroke of pure genius! Two of the highest forms of culture that have ever been created! Bravo, bravo! Encore!"

Goes back and graps some more refreshments then sits down expectantly, waiting for more.

[Daniel Telcontar]

Aduchil congratulates Mithidan on his poem. He also wants to give it a try:

The barrow-wight, whom we all praise
has gathered us to a feast,
and his banner on this field we will raise.
We should be merry, both the greatest and the least.
Wine is poured in cups for us to drink
So empty your cup and sink!!
Because it is now the time to celebrate,
if not the Wight, then this day at any rate.
Come from all corners of Middle-Earth,
the downs are the place where we have fun.
Your contribution is of great worth,
and we will feast until the setting of the sun.

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Daniel Telcontar ]

[Rimbaud]

Assuming a familiar pose of reluctant inebriation, Stephanos sat beneath the arching boughs of a somewhat spindly silver birch. Opening a battered leather bound edition of Radical poetry he adjusted his breeches so that he was comfortable. He pretended not to be assiduously studying the faces of each new arrival.

He saw Princesses fair and comrades ...well, comradely... and considered rising to meet them. This would however reveal the fact that he had misjudged the beginning of the party and had "started early". Thus disguising his impaired stride and faltering vision, he remained cross-legged, smiling beatifically.

Behind those blue eyes however, were a million Machievellian machinations musing the best way to obtain fresh coffee without the need for motion.

Mithadan's good humoured recital cheered him and he briefly pondered applauding but the thought of the movement sent greasy shivers floating around him. He reached into his mysteriously compact bag and withdrew a dull and somewhat overused beaten pewter hip-flask and his tobacco pouch. Conversation would have to wait. Indeed, mayhaps he could play the misanthrope without causing offence...

Seeing some of the guests thronging towards the silken pavilions and recognising the smiling faces of those it would be unwise to ignore however, brought him to the realisation that he would not be able to remain here guiltlessly. Added to which he really had to remonstrate with Mithadan about the long curved blue slippers the man seemed to be wearing. So last season...

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

[Cimmerian]

Cimmerian, the mighty barbarian strolls in, wondering what goes on. People in strange garb gather all around and the aroma of fresh cooked food fill the air.

The wild man scans the area for some nubile pleasantries.

Ho, mirth, merriment and mayhem, here I come!

[Mithadan]

Mithadan wanders through the crowd welcoming all and sundry as the inhabitants of Middle Earth converge upon the refreshments tables. A group of Hobbits have set up an impromptu congo line which weaves through the crowd. He waves to Daniel and walks up to Kuruharan who has started on his second bottle of wine.

"Where in all this chaos is the Wight?" asks the Dwarf, as he wipes a dribble of red wine from his beard. "I'm anxious to meet him."

Mithadan motions to a black tent set a bit apart from the brighter-coloured pavilions. Two Olog-Hai are struggling to move several statues of Hill Trolls from before the tent's flaps while a tall, pretty blonde Elf waits impatiently. Green smoke is streaming from beneath the cloth sides of the pavilion.

"The Wight has spent too much time underground lately and the humidity is playing havoc with his hair. So we called in Legolas to give him some styling tips. But the Wight had a guard of Hill Trolls set before his tent and when the sun came up... well you know what happens when trolls are exposed to sunlight. No one can get by the statues until they are moved. But it should not be too long..."

A crowd of screaming movie fans converges abruptly upon the blonde Elf. The Olog Hai flee in fear and Legolas demonstrates that his reputation for being fleet of foot is well-earned. "Well, maybe it will take a little while..." comments Mithadan.

[ElanorGamgee]

Elanor slowly makes her way past crowds to the refreshment table. She is wearing her Elvish-looking white dress and has her hair in curls with little yellow and white flowers. Anxiously she looks around for familiar faces from the last party and retires quietly in a corner, sipping a Dr.Pepper and constantly scanning the crowd. "Where is the Barrow-Wight?" she wonders. Suddenly a blonde-haired, handsome Elf dashes past her, persued by a stampede of girls. Elanor eyes the Dr.Pepper can suspiciously. "Ok, I know this stuff has a strange effect on me, but this is ridiculous!"

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

[Kuruharan]

Ah, poor fellow. I come from a humid climate myself (glug, glug, glug) and I understand the difficulties of hair in such soggy environs. My advice is to just let your hair grow where it will, it's next to impossible to beat it into submission.

[walks over to Stephanos and gives him a friendly pound on the back]
"Hail and good weather, my friend!" He shouts at the top of his voice (which can be heard in the Barad-dur) "How art thou on this bright and cheery morn?!"
Is rather surprised to see Stephanos collapse on the ground and start moaning about his head.
"I think someone started his party early!" Kuruharan shouts again. "Let me get you some hair off the dog that bit you!"

Goes off to the refreshment table again.

[The Barrow-Wight]

The Barrow-Wight paced nervously back and forth in the innermost chamber of the barrow, his emaciated brow furrowed deeply, his remaing arm fidgeting aimlessly. The sword it clutched made an almost musical tinkling as it scraped the cold stone floor.

On his head was a golden and bejeweled crown, necklaces of great worth hung from his skeletal neck, and a long white robe, freshly stolen from a nearby tomb, covered his ancient, rustless armor. All was surrounded by a pale, fell light, as of moonlight filtered through marsh mist.

He began to mutter quietly to himself:

Cold be hand and heart and stone
and cold be forums when alone,
but smiling guise and secret lies
will bring them in, both young and wise

The Barrow-Wight's voice began to rise and fall, echoing strangely from the chamber walls.

Warm be heart and quick be mind
that discuss much until they find
they're trapped inside and though they strive
they'll not escape this tomb alive.

His sword raised high as the song became a piercing shriek.

Now come they faster, running hearty
thinking they attend a party
drinking ale, they soon turn pale
swooning as their senses fail

The song again became quiet and turned to a sad lamentation.

Laid out upon my barrow floor
the forum folk I've waited for
to join my sleep, I think I'll keep...
this story sure is getting deep

So now lay they all deep in dreams
no longer living, so it seems
but watch their eyes, all gals and guys
spring up and shout a huge SURPRISE!!!!!!"

Happy Birthday Barrow-Downs

It's been a great two years!

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

[Aosama, the Wandering Star]

Aosama enters this grand gathering in her Rohirrim costume, and surveys the crowd.
"Hmm... we've got Elanor, Cimmerian, Stephanos, Mithadan, Kuruharan, Daniel Telconar. And me."
I grab a plate and start walking around, hoping to start up a conversation with whoever I recognize first...
This will be one amazing party! Lovely pavilions, Mith!

[Daniel Telcontar]

The wight has finally arrived. Now, the party can really begin!! IT is time for everyone to stop looking around in their dusty homes, and go to the feastsite. 'Cause the more we are, the more fun we'll have. So join in, everyone!!

[Aosama, the Wandering Star]

Hello, Your Wightiness! Enjoy the party!

[ElanorGamgee]

The Wight is here! Elanor hops up and down with excitement clapping her hands, as she has never seen a real live, er, dead Wight before.

Recognizing Aosama, Elanor walks over and greets her. The blonde Elf runs by again, this time dragging behind him a girl who has latched on to his heel and is screaming "He's mine! I saw him first!" "Watch out for the Dr.Pepper," whispers Elanor to Aosama. "I think it may be spiked."

[Birdland]

Birdland arrives, after having feverishly searched her closets for something...ANYTHING!...that still fits. She is decked out in a short skirt and a lonnnnggg jacket, a cambric shirt with no seams or needlework, a raspberry beret, and which all around her hat she has worn the green willow, silk stockings, and boots of Spanish leather.

She comes bearing presents! A huge box of bandwidth, some extremely rare Entish fonts which she picked up on e-Bay using the "Buy It Now!" option, some duct tape (for that arm, B-W), and a complete set of action figures from the 1978 film classic "The Lord of the Rings".

Hearing of B-W's frizzies dilemma, she rummages through her haversack and pulls out her industrial size bottle of "Frizz-Ease" Hair Serum.

"Here ye go, Bee-Dubya! It looks like snot, but it sure does the trick!" She races for the tent, but runs full-tilt into the flash-frozen stone trolls.

"Owwwwwww! My nose! My nose!" As Birdie dances around in pain, a group of early drinking hobbits thinks she performing a Springle Ring and join in the fun. An Elf with a banjo wanders over playing the theme song from "The Beverly Hillbillies".

Then a band of Beorns join in with a furious version of "The Caddrock Bop", and ask where the mosh pit is.

"Why do B-D parties turn weird so fast?" thinks Birdie.

[Aosama, the Wandering Star]

Aosama nods, thanking Elanor for the advice. Was that her, or did Legolas just run by with a troop of fangirls after him screaming, "Mine! Mine!" looking for all the world like three-year-olds after the best toy? Oh well. I must be hallucinatin'
*grins*
And B-D parties turn weird, well, because we've got a random events generator! I shudder to think what would happen if we all got to go to a B-D party in real life! *shudders*
"Elanor, do you think we should go on a Quest to rescue Legolas from the fangirls?"

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Aosama, the Wandering Star ]

[Sindacuion]

Sindacuion appears from the hills bearing gifts for the Barrow Wight. He has many golden rings and jewels of many kind. Sind puts the gifts on a table and runs for the buffet. "Yes, I know it's very un-elvish, but I'm hungry!" After gulping down many glasses of red wine and eating a couple lobsters, he wonders when is the fair princess, Estelyn Telcontar, arriving. "I sure hope she wont be as alte as I was from the last party." he says and sees that no-one is paying any attention.
As he walks around the fields he notices Stephanos lying on the ground. "What's the matter, old chum?" Sind helps the poor man up from the ground and heads for some more whine. "I know I shouldn't be drinking, but at this special occasion, I couldn't possibly refuse."
Sindacuion hears a strange voice coming from a black tent. "Ah! The Barrow Wight! It will be nice to meet him in person at last." He sits down on a garden bench and gets out his FotR. "Might as well read something before the action begins.."

[Estelyn Telcontar]

"No more of this undercover royalty for me," thinks Princess Estelyn, "this is the occasion to show my true self!" She dons her best long black velvet pantskirt (striding is still her passion!) and matching bodice, which is embroidered with crystals and mithril threads – it is indeed a replica of Arwen’s banner for Aragorn! “Now, if I only had a tiara! Oh well, I’ll figure out something.”
First thing she sees at the party is the gift table – so many jewels! Isn’t that a mithril circlet - it would do very nicely as a crown! She looks around surreptitiously, but everyone else is so busy with the food and drinks that no one evens notices when she “borrows” the jewelry. “After all, it won’t leave the party grounds, so if it’s for everyone’s enjoyment, I don’t think B-W will mind, do you? It looks better on me than on him anyway!”
Now, where’s the dancing?!

[ElanorGamgee]

"Oh, you see the fangirls too?" Elanor breaths a sigh of relief, glad that her beverage of choice is not to blame for the unusual sight. "Hmm, to quest or not to quest, that is the question..." A lot of partiers turn around and give her dirty looks. "Sorry, sorry, no more puns from me!" Turning to Aosama, she says, "We don't need a quest to solve this one." She gets an evil glint in her eye and waits for the stampede to return. As they rush by she quickly pulls a cord with one end tied to a pole the rest stretched across the ground in front of them tight, sending them tripping and sprawling about. Poor Legolas doesn't stop, but keeps running, shouting "Ai! Ai!" and various pleas for help in Elvish.

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

[piosenniel]

piosenniel wanders in late to the party, having spent the wee hours of the night and morning conversing with an elf from the netherlands . . . smoothing down her short, shiny green dress with the swirly skirt just right for dancing, she glances around in hopes of finding some old friends.

'do my ears betray me,' she murmurs to herself. 'I think I hear the strains of a Clampett ditty come to Middle Earth! The voice, though, is lovely . . . and how rightly the lutist does the Appalachia banjo-picking style!''And, look! There goes a wondrous woman in a shirt from Scarborough Faire and boots from across the sea - Spanish boots of Spanish leather!'

The breeze from the west ruffles the short, raven curls of her hair, pinioned somewhat by the coronet of bright red holly berries nestled amidst dark green leaves.

Spying a group of hobbits dancing with increasing energy and abandon in a springle ring, she feels the familiar itching in her feet to join them. Their feet fly, bodies twirl and leap, arms in arabesques of pure grace beckon her. She runs to take her turn in the center of the ring, head thrown back, laughing in the sheer delight of the moment.

[littlemanpoet]

Littlemanpoet (alias hobbit-bard or something like that) comes over the hill in a wagon chock full of lutes, lyres, drums, bagpipes, and amplifiers with four angrogynous elves with white painted faces and miruvor in dainty stem glassware in one hand, instruments in the other, trying to work the bugs out of the following noisy rendition:

This is the real Downs
It's not just fantasy
Sneak in a barrow
To escape from reality
Open your eyes
look to Ea and see

I'm just a poor poet
not some ol' goblin's slave

(Hey guys, that's a weak line, work on it.)

easy come easy go
will you let me go
bismillah no
wight will not let you go
let me go
bismillah no
wight will not let you go
let him go no no no no
mama mia mama mia mam mia
let me go!
Morgoth Bauglir has a Balrog
set aside for me, for me,
for meeeeeAaauuuAGHHHHHH!!!!!

bah bah da bah bahda bahm
bah bah da bah bahda bahm

(out comes the elvish sword...)

ohhhhh baby
can't do this to me baby
I'll slice you with this sword
condemn you to the void
and I'm just gonna get righeeet outta heah!!!

bah bah da bah bahda bahm

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

[Sindacuion]

Sindacuion looks around and notices that Estelyn, the fair princess, has joined the party. "So nice of you to come!" After many hugs and smooches, they sit on the bench for a little chit-chat. He then notices the Hobbits dancing the springle ring. Sind grabs Estelyn's hads and takes her to the dancefloor. "Springle ring!!"

[Frodo Baggins]

Omigosh!!!! Omigosh!!!! I'm soooo so sorry!!!! I nearky forgot!!! *brushes tears away* Dont kill me for being late!!!!
well Sam's not here so I guess I'm not THAT LATE!

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel walks quickly behind Frodo. "Don't worry, Frodo, I nearly forgot, too." She strides over to a tree, leans against it, and watches the madness of the birthday party....

[Rimbaud]

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"That's just dandy," mutters Stephanos. "I wish I could be Bohemian like you." He brushes some lint from his crushed velvet jacket and flexes his feet within the patent Italian leather shoes.

He notices the Princess Telcontar gliding serenely through the throng. She glances idly in his direction, supine beneath the tree. Her hand flutters briefly towards him, her nails flash pearly white in the sunshine. His beleagured senses inform him that her hand is wreathed in white fire but his ceaseless cynicism denies the truth of the matter. His hip flask, clenched in his pale fist, glows red hot for the merest moment and he nearly drops it.

"What fell hell is this!" He exclaims. He lifts the flask to his pallid lips. Bitter bitter coffee pours in a stream into his gullet.

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"Arraarrk!" he gargled. He hears Estelyn's pearly laughter swooping above the party. His vision failed him entirely. "I know who turned out the lights," he muttered darkly.

His vision cleared. He stood, uncertainly. It was unusual, for he was prone to being supine. "I will be punished for the post," he thought.

He espies the Wight striding towards the centre of the cicle formed by the Pavilions, a gaggle of admirers in his wake.

Deciding, foolishly, that a spin with Esty would clear his head, he skirted a sulk of teenagers and proffered his fine right arm to the radiant Princess.

"My lady," he mumured, stunned by his new found ability to be charming. " A dance?"

"My dear Poet, I would like nothing more, but for goodness sake you have coffee grains around your mouth and your shoes are missing!"

Ahh, such malfeasant forces at work!

Grasping at a nearby hobbit, he dried his mouth and asked the young hobbit to fetch his shoes promptly in return for something "to cheer you up". The hobbit's face brightened and he scampered off, shortly to return with Steph's shoes as the newly-sobered poet chatted amicably with Estelyn about the price of fresh-water fish and whether zifnab would make an appearance.

Stephanos passed the hobbit the pewter hip-flask with a chuckle.

"Now my lady," said Stephanos grandiosely. "My shoes were made for dancing as were your eyes!"

He prepared for the slap that inevitably followed such sallies...

[Frodo Baggins]

Sine were all describing waht were wearing....*leaning against a post out of breath from running*

I spent all yesterday getting this ready. Crisp white cambric shirt, dark reddinsh brown breeches, deep royal purple waistcoat, maroon jacket with green trim. A small mithril circlet on my head, and a glod chain around my neck decorarted with emeralds, rubies, dark opals, amethysts, and chrysoberyl (cat's eye). (the dwarves gave me the jewelry)

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Frodo Baggins ]

[Daniel Telcontar]

This is more to my liking!! The party have begun, and a great many folk has arrived. Now, Piosenniel, you promised me a dance, and now is the time. Bring in the wine, 'cause it's time to celebrate!!

[onewhitetree]

All of a sudden, the sun seems just a bit dimmer. Guests look up at the sky, puzzled, and their gaze is drawn to a glorious, if diminutive, figure making its first appearance. Everyone looks with wonder and curiosity at the dazzling radiance that has just entered the grounds.

Kate, in all her effervescent beauty, intelligence, wit, grace, and humility has joined the party! Everyone hushes in admiration of the magnanimous Chat Operator who selflessly makes a person immortal by means of Dictionary (which she has in her Magically Expanding Purse).

"Hello, my dear friends! I've come as Goldberry -- I bow and sweep my top hat to all!" She proceeds to curtsy, not a top hat in sight.

"I've brought you all a wonderful gift, oh, yes I have! I found him in a tree just outside the party grounds, peering in with binoculars rather suspiciously, and of course I knew that it was Orald! ...er, Durelen... hmm...MacGyver? Anyway, he has come as Tom Bombadil, fittingly. Isn't he so cute?!" Kate proceeds to pinch the disgruntled-looking Tom's cheek.

"Now all you young ones be sure to take advantage of his wisdom, for such chances in life are elusive! He is happy to do trivia for hours on end, I happen to know!"

Kate promptly disappears with a thud-like sound, and a sly grin spreads over the face of Tom Bombadil as he replaces his yellow boot on his foot. His eye fixes on the bar, and he starts to stroll across the field, nodding to those he recognizes.

Then there is a flash, and Kate reappears with a vengeful look on her face. She stomps over to the bar and slaps Orald around a bit with a large trout.

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel looks up quickly "Did someone say wine?". She looks around and finds a bottle and a couple glasses on a table. she pours a glass and sips carefully, not wanting to spill any of the dark red liquid onto her long white dress.
She walks over to Frodo "I love your outfit!" she exclaims, bending over to get a closer look at the necklace....

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

[Aosama, the Wandering Star]

I'll follow your example and describe my clothes and accessories too. Am wearing long, flowing green dress with white and golden trim. Hair is up in braidy-bun, with some strands and braids loose. Has golden circlet and white dancing slippers. I'm Rohirrim, if you haven't guessed.
Shocked that Legolas did not thank Elanor for her help, Aosama wanders around, and looks rather silly joining in the Springle-Ring with some hobbits... ah well. I suppose a Rohirrim dance will get started up soon!
*glances round at refreshment table* yum! goodies!

[Kuruharan]

[still over by the refreshment table; seems to be pouring a suspicious liquid into the vat of Dr. Pepper; glances around to make sure nobody is watching; suddenly grabs a leg of roast mutton]

This roast mutton is delicious! And so are these mushrooms!

[walks over to littlemanpoet]

Love your poem, but how about gibbering slave?

[holds out platter of mushrooms]

Mushroom?

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

[Mithadan]

Mithadan watches as a gang of Dwarves, using tent poles as levers and beer kegs as fulcrums, topple the last "stoned" troll freeing the trapped Wight. A cheer fills the air as his decrepit figure shambles out from the tent.

Camera shutters click as the press converge on the Wight. A brave but foolish reporter shoves her microphone at what passes for the Wight's face and asks, "Is there any truth to the rumour that you are the father of the love child of Akasha, the Queen of the Damned?"

The Wight turns slowly to face the reporter and, raising his hand, screeches, "OFF TOPIC!". She vanishes in a flash of multi-coloured netherworldly flame leaving an oily pile of ash in her place.

Birdland turns and smiles. "Oooo. He's in a good mood today!."

[Child of the 7th Age]

A chubby, good natured hobbit with hair and skirts flying approaches the party tent, relieved to see that all barriers and threatening missives have disappeared. She wears a red cap with a feather jauntily perched on the side which immediately marks her as an official carrier for the Shire messenger service. Her grey pony Razar (so called because of his propensity to devour small red apples) carries bulging mailbags on either side of his flanks.

She ties up Raza, kisses him on the nose, and bursts into the party dragging behind her the heavy mailbags which are now spilling cards and letters in five directions at once. Clearing her throat to gain the attention of the many guests who are already a bit inebriated, she explains: "I have here many missives and greetings sent to the Barrow-wight, most of them apparently good-will wishes (although some may be otherwise). However, the many hobbits who have sent these greetings neglected to put proper postage on the envelopes. I must therefore ask you to rectify this oversight before I can officially deliver this mail!"

Seeing that no one is paying attention to her plea, she attempts to corner Frodo Baggins and Galadriel and bludgeon them into making good on this arrears. They look at her with amazement. Since she is a small and quite unthreatening hobbit, she is understandably unsuccessful in this regard. She decides it's best to let the whole thing go, leaves the mail scattered on the floor, and repairs to the buffet tables to begin her lunch.

She waves across to say hello to Birdland and Littlemanpoet, and also to Piosenniel whom she has recently learned is also a member of the "Frodo Lives" generation of Middle-earthers. She soon forgets her earlier woes (and her later mail deliveries) as she enjoys the music and her large plate of mushrooms.

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel, feeling lost in the chaos of the party, waves good-bye to Frodo and finds a tree that's out of the way of all the action. she sits, with her back against the tree, and giggles at the sight of a Rohirrim dancing with a group of hobbits. she sips her wine, and wonders if she'll ever feel like she "belongs".

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

[Frodo Baggins]

Oh! why, thank you Galadriel. Yes the dwarves ande it for me. My three favourite colors you know. Plus I love dark opals and chrysoberyl. maybe I should go to the other topics and remond people of the party. Oops! Cant forget this! *draws out white jewel on chain, a gift from Queen Arwen and puts it over dwarf chain*

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel quickly runs back to Frodo "sorry, i thought you were ignoring me" she hugs frodo, and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. "run along now, and spread word of the party!" She quickly downs another glass of wine, and pours another. She giggles, and walks back to the tree.

[Frodo Baggins]

Frodo had poured himself a class of wine. after a few sips he strolls over and takes part in a few hobbit dances. Returning to his glass he looks in it, shrieks and flings the glass about 20 yards away, fortunately it dosent hit anyone. Frodo, looking a bit pale, laughs nervously "Sorry, there was a spider floating in my wine, I don't know if it crawled in or was put there."

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Frodo Baggins ]

[Kuruharan]

His plate of mushrooms now being empty, Kuruharan wanders up to Child of the 7th Age.

"So they would not pay their postage would they? Tsk, tsk! The nerve of some people! What's this Middle earth coming to?" All the while he is helping himself to generous handfuls of her mushrooms.

"Oh, these are so good! Thanks for sharing!" smilies/wink.gif

"Really you have to try some of this beef, it's excellent. The lembas isn't bad either."

[munch, munch, munch]

[piosenniel]

The music stops abruptly and whirling springle-ring dancers crash into one another, falling down like children in a ring-around-the-roses game,laughing.

A stern look, and one raised eyebrow from Mithadan, bring the hobbits and piosenniel back to their senses, just in time to see The Barrow Wight step out onto the field. 'Oh! It's Himself!', cries one of the younger hobbits, hopping up to get a better view.'

'What's He saying?', whispers piosenniel to the hobbit. 'Something important and profound?!'

'Powerful,' I should think whispers one of the other hobbits. 'I think I just heard Him incant *OFF TOPIC!* followed by a large plume of oily smoke!'

'Ooh!' cries piosenniel, clapping her hands together and shivering with excitement. 'Do you think it's his preamble to the fireworks? I love fireworks!'

'Are you sure you're not half-Hobbit, miss? You love to dance and you love fireworks!' says the young Hobbit, glancing at the elf's feet, as if they might suddenly have sprouted a thick crop of Hobbit hair.

'Well, now, there is a old family story about a fair elven maiden and her dalliance with a certain Meriadoc Brandybuck - could be true, could be true!', she says laughingly and winks at the questioner.

There is a pause in the speechifying, as some wights shovel off the errant reporter(who now joins the party as the newest of the Newly Dead)and piosenniel takes the opportunity to look about for Daniel Telcontar who has boasted of his ability to outlast her in a dance or two or three. But where is he? She forgot to ask what he would be wearing, and the crowd is growing by leaps and bounds . . .

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

[Frodo Baggins]

An even more embarassed Frodo: Heh heh, S-sorry for the interruption, I hope I didn't hurt anyone?"

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa sat at the long wooden table drinking aleand looking at all the people on the dance floor.
She smiled warmly at the the others and took another glup of her ale.

[The Barrow-Wight]

Noticing he was not being watched (for once), the Barrow-Wight shambled quietly toward the keg with a lustful look in his soulless eyes. He had spent a long, lonely Age in his pilfered tomb, and not for centuries had those he had entrapped carried with them anything more than a skin of warm water to quench his endless thirst. Memories flooded back to him of those days when rich noblemen had still foolishly passed his door. They had always, at the very least, had a small barrel of mead or a jug of fine Dorwinion. ‘Very polite of them,’ he thought, as he fingered the diamond ring of one of those victims. It was not quite the right size and it chafed his bony knuckle.

As he neared the keg, he was overcome by a sudden dilemma. Should he have a frosty brew, or should he abduct and sacrifice the obviously tipsy Frodo Baggins?

Oh! The choices we must make!

[Frodo Baggins]

Frodo backs away pale and trembling. Look, I am not tipsy, there was a spider in my wine glass, I never had a whole glass yet how can I be tipsy???
Please please don't Hurt me!!!!!!!!!
I'll never be bad again, I'll just go sit and not do anything else for the whole rest of the party all right??

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Frodo Baggins ]

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa laughed and pointed to Frodo
"Ah frodos scared of spiders!HAHAHA!"

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

[Arwen Imladris]

Sorry, this is really out of place but

Arwen walks in yells HAPPY BIRTHDAY Barrow Downs. Takes half the food and then makes like a tree and leaves!

O.K. I'm done. Continue On! smilies/biggrin.gif

[The Barrow-Wight]

The Barrow-Wight realizes his thoughts must have been too obvious. He never was very good at concealing his intentions, especially when the 'cold fire' took over. The poor little hobbit was clearly frightened of him, guessing at his evil thought.

"Never fear, little one," he said with a grimace (the rotted corpse he inhabited was no longer 'smileable'). "I am more thirsty than 'thirsty', if you know what I mean. And I thirst for something cold this evening."

He turned the tap and poured a foaming mug of beer, passing it to Frodo. He filled another and offered a toast.

"To good times and birthdays! May we all have many more."

[Rosa_Baggins]

"Awwwwwwww im sorry, love.I couldnt help myself."

[Sindacuion]

Sindacuion sits down after the tiring dance with the princess. He wonders what are all the people looking at. He gets through the crowd and notices Barrow Wight staring at the keg and FrodoBaggins. "What on earth is he doing?" He then walks towards the buffet table: out of wine.
As he has filled his glass to the top, Sind looks for someone to talk to. He seeks the fields for company, but finds that everyone is either dancing or trying to take a look of Barrow Wight. "Oh well, I guess I'll get back to my book." He climbs a nearby tree and starts reading his book on one of the branches..

[Sindacuion]

Sindacuion fills another glass and lifts it in to the air. "To the Barrow-Downs!" He gulps the wine and heads for the buffet. "I've got the munchies REAL bad!"

[Auriel Haevasawen]

Nervously hovering and feeling shy as always, Auriel has arrived at the party's edge. She is clad in her best blood red elf dress and is attempting to hide behind her waist length brownish hair. She has silver rings on every finger of her right hand and as always wears Doc Martens (particulary difficult to get hold of in Middle Earth) she looks around nervously for Starbreeze in case she makes fun of them. She soon sees she has not yet arrived but Piosenniel, Stephanos and Child of the 7th Age and all there and other names she vaguely knows but has never put a face too. She has brought her famous Vegetarian Cheesecake. Quietly she steps across to the dessert table and places it amongst the other delicacies. She stops for a moment to fill a glass of Doctor Pepper but is surprised by it's smell and prefers to give it a miss. She has always been a drinker of pints anyway. Frodo Baggins seems rather distressed and so she decides to sum up the courage to speak to him. He seems a friendly hobbit.

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Auriel Haevasawen ]

[Sindacuion]

Sindacuion starts seeking Estelyn for another dance or maybe another small chat. "Where did that princess go? She should be here somewhere.. Gah!" Sind bumps into Estelyn. "There you are! Sorry!" They agree to head for the buffet table for a drink and maybe some snacks. "You should try the lembas!" Sindacuion pulls out a tree for Estelyn. "Don't sit in the ground, dearest. That doesn't suit royalty." Sind grabs one of the rings on the gift table. "Here, have one more ring. I'm sure Barrow Wight wont mind. Alas! the ring is no match for your ultimate beauty, my dear." After talking about the royal matters, Sind decides to retreat to his tree. "Are you alright if I leave you for a while? I'll come back in a while."

[piosenniel]

'Oh my stars and jewels,' thinks piosenniel to herself, as she makes her way toward the banquet tables. 'Look! There's Auriel! And if my eyes don't deceive me, she's brought a vegan cheesecake.'

Grabbing two crystal flutes of miruvor, she offers one to Auriel and glances covetously at the cheesecake. Wanting to seem helpful, but not too apparently ravenous, she offers to cut the cheese cake.

'Oh, it smells delicious - what ever did you put in it? and the texture, it's so creamy, yet sturdy as it stands here on my plate. Now how did that get there? Oh, well, never say an elf will let a good piece of cheesecake go to waste . . .' The last few words of this running monolog were somewhat obscured as the slim fingers of the elf popped a large section of the cheesecake into her mouth and chewed and swallowed with great gusto.

'My goodness!,' thought Auriel bemusedly to herself. 'Who'd have thought such a delicately small face could open that wide to accomodate such a large treat!'

'Umm, thanks! & your welcome, piosenniel! By all means, help yourself!'

Sipping daintily on her miruvor, Auriel thought to herself, 'I knew I should have brought 2!!'

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

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa sits down on the bench with 5 empty mugs next her on the table.She smiled and takes another swing of ale as she looks at the dancers falling over each other on the dance floor.
Rosa walked over to the keg and filled up another mug of ale.
"Urghhhhhhhh.I dont feel so good."Rosa frowned as she put down her mug and sat down again.
"Mental note: dont drink to much next time."

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

[Auriel Haevasawen]

Auriel feels a lot less nervous now Piosenniel has come over and is delighted her cheesecake has a fan.

"Is there anything else you'd recommend?" she asks. "I think the Dr Pepper's spiked but I can see so many things here I've never tried. Everyone seems to be gathering by the black tent. Should we go over there too?"

Piosenniel has surreptiously consumed another slice and is unable to answer at present. The hobbits have begun dancing again and despite her reserve Auriel taps her foot and begins to smile. Above her someone is humming to himself in a tree.

[Child of the 7th Age]

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

Then discovers that a dead spider has been flung across the room and, by chance, landed in the middle of her plate.

Twenty yards, my hairy foot. More like forty. And it may not have hit some person, but it did hit my plate!

Hey, WHO did that? Sees Frodo cowering in the corner.

Ah, ha! It's just a crazy Baggins. What else do you expect?

Shakes head in bewilderment.

[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

[Rosa_Baggins]

Rosa staggered over to a tree and sat down on the grass leaning he back on the tree trunk.
Rosa's face turned green and her frown deeped
"Urghhhhhh!"She moaned as she clutched her stomach and head.

[Auriel Haevasawen]

Auriel is standing just behind Child of the 7th Age when the spider lands and panics. "I hope that's not one of Shelob's children. She wont' be pleased and we don't want her gatecrashing and wanting revenge." Luckily as usual her words a little more than a whisper and no one notices them. All the same she is regretting not bringing her sword, just in case. She is still itching to join in the dancing.

[The Barrow-Wight]

The Barrow-Wight downed the last drop of his beer, patted Mr. Baggins on his curly head, and walked purposely across the party area, scattering guests left and right as they fled his disconcerting presence (or was it his putrid smell?). When he had left the shelter of his ‘barrow’, he had immediately noticed and tallied the treasure left by the guest called Sindaculion. But, while quaffing the last of his very tasty brew, he had suddenly noticed that the pile of trinkets seemed a bit short. At first it had crossed his mind that hobbits were quite nimble-fingered, but upon a longer look, he noticed the princess’ lovely tiara.

“Never steal from a wight,” he mumbled to himself, clutching his one fist tightly.

His quick pace soon let him towering over Estelyn, looking down on her with a horrible scowl.

“That’s a lovely headpiece,” he said. "And what a beautiful ring."

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

[Sindacuion]

*AHEM*
Sindacuion, not Sindaculion. smilies/wink.gif

[Auriel Haevasawen]

While this excitement distracted everyone Auriel recieved a telepathic message from her soccer watching partner to fetch some M&Ms from the party so had to leave quickly but would return as soon as she could. She hoped that the Barrow wight would not do anything to dreadful to the princess. Perhaps she should get the sword while she was home.

[Sindacuion]

Sindacuion glares at the Barrow Wight. "Oops.. I mean you're always right.. Never mind that.." Writes 'Barrow Wight is always right' on a chalkboard a hundred times. smilies/biggrin.gif

[The Barrow-Wight]

The Barrow-Wight turned his head and said, "Thanks for the presents, Sindacuion.".

His attention returned to the princess.

[Estelyn Telcontar]

Estelyn flashes a dazzling smile at the Barrow-Wight. "How lovely of you to provide such marvelous jewelry for your guests! I wear it with pride and will make sure it gets back to you safe and sound!"

[The Barrow-Wight]

The Barrow-Wight stood still as he contemplated the princess’ ‘excuse’ for taking his treasures. Was she lying through her teeth and likely to walk away with more if he let her? Or was she truly wearing it as party favors she intended to return. Regardless, it did not matter. The more she took, the better she would look lying on his barrow floor after he abducted and sacrificed her.

A pained looked cross his face and the crowd gasped.

I have got to break this terrible cycle, he thought. This ‘abduct and sacrifice’ routine is all I ever do. This is supposed to be a party, and I’ve already seriously considered murdering two of the guests. I really need counseling.

He looked down on the woman, his face melting into a less-threatening, slack-jawed leer that was supposed to be a smile.

“You may keep them,” he muttered. “They look better on you than on me. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

He turned and made a bee-line for the keg.

[Aosama, the Wandering Star]

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]

"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]

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

[Nevfeniel]

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]

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]

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

[onewhitetree]

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]

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]

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]

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]

"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]

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]

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]

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

[Marileangorifurnimaluim]

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]

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]

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]

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

[piosenniel]

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]

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...

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! smilies/wink.gif

[Frodo Baggins]

Oh dear!! Rosa?? Is she all right?? smilies/frown.gif
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]

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

[ElanorGamgee]

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]

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]

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]

(Woah, this thing's movin fast!)

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

[Auriel Haevasawen]

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]

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!" smilies/wink.gif ...
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 smilies/wink.gif
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.' smilies/smile.gif

[Auriel Haevasawen]

"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]

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.

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[Aralaithiel]

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.
smilies/biggrin.gif

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

[Galadrie1]

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]

*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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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]

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 http://www.plauder-smilies.de/party/juul.gif and dancing http://www.plauder-smilies.de/party/dance.gif

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[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... http://www.plauder-smilies.de/rough/twak.gif http://www.plauder-smilies.de/rough/twak.gif ) 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. smilies/biggrin.gif

[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 smilies/wink.gif . Tenna' ento lye omenta (until next we meet)!

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

[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...

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

[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.

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

[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! smilies/wink.gif). 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...

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

[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..

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

[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. smilies/wink.gif

[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...

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

[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!'

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

[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! smilies/wink.gif )

[ 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.

[Laiedheliel]

Laiedheliel absentmindedly wonders where Galadriel got all that wine, let alone how she can still spin around and around and around so fast with it all in her dress. Hearing the sirens, Laie had taken a seat on a bench with a full bottle of yummy mirovur to watch the Hobbit Sheriffs try to spot all the underage drinkers at the B-Day party. The BW had disapeared somewhere or other, and now that the police had joined the party, Laie was bored and alone. Why did this always happen at parties? Deciding she either had to leave or start having some fun, Laie drained her glass the to BW and started to spin joyously around with Galadriel, but she still kept her eye out for a dance partner...

[piosenniel]

piosenniel watches incredulously the swirling figure before her. 'Amazing how she can do that and not have the desire to upchuck the entire bottle, or two, or was that three. Simply amazing!'

Placing a firm grip on the twirling maiden, she brings her round to face her and holds out her goblet. 'Some wine, if you please! Thank you! Now go have some more fun, but remember to stay far away from the eating area.'

She watches as the young one, called by some passing friends, fades into the darkness. 'Enough of heading off danger for tonight. Time for a look about to see what trouble I can get into!' Pulling her grey cloak about her, piosenniel heads into the velvet night, ready to be amused . . .

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

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel grabs Laiedheliel's hands, and spins around with her, Titanic style (you know, when jack and rose cross hands and spin around?). "i don't know how i keep spinning around, Laiedheliel!!" she exclaims, "it must be cuz my dress has magical powers *hic*." she lets go of one of Laiedheliel's hands and grabs a bottle of wine from the mystery pocket. "want some? *hic*" she asks. "It's more fun drinking it *hic* if you're spinning!" she quickly pours some into piosenniel's goblet as well...

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

[Laiedheliel]

"Yes, please!" she cries. Laie laughs heartily and takes a big swig of wine from Galadriel, overjoyed she finally found some friends to hang out with. She could feel the hiccups coming on also, what was in this wine? It didn't really matter, so she and Galadriel started to spin again and piosenniel went off to find some trouble.

[Kuruharan]

(creeps out from the tree line)

Is it safe?

*Whew!*

Well, I must be off! I have to chase after that pet dragon of mine. He's after rabbits again I fancy, or having more unpleasant runins with farmers.

(takes off hood and bows in best dwarf fashion)

Good even fair people! smilies/smile.gif

And I didn't spike the Dr. Pepper!!!

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

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel laughs with Laie. "i don't know what's in the wine," she says, still spinning. "it just appears in some pocket in my Magic Dress. *hic* here," she says, pulling out yet another bottle, "u can have your own! *hic*"

[Thinhyandoiel]

Breathing a sigh of relief at the sudden change in the Shirrif's attitude, Thinhyandoiel finally let's herself crawl out from under the keg that she had ducked under at their appearance.
Now wandering aimlessly around the grounds, Thinhyandoiel wonders where the Barrow-Wight actually went and still ponders his mathematical insult.
She starts to hum the first few lines from "Strider Man."

[Ithaeliel]

Ithaeliel arrives at the party. "Sorry I'm late! I had something to attend to... Galadriel, you don't look so good." Galadriel pulls out a wine bottle and hands it to Ithaeliel. She stares at it quizzically, being a tea totaler. "Um, thank you."
Now everyone at the party who knows Ithaeliel also knows she has never tried a drop of wine in her life. They start to chant: "Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" and Ithaeliel looks around, embarrassed. "Do I have to?"

[Laiedheliel]

Laie laughed and took a swig from her own bottle. "Go ahead *hic*! Oh, no, Galadriel, your hiccups are spreading! *hic* Ithaeliel, the wine is really quite good! Have some and come spin with us!" and with another wild laugh, and if it were possible according to the laws of physics, Laie and Galadriel began to spin even faster! She was having soooooo much fun! Thank You, Barrow-Wight!

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel stops spinning to chant "Chug!" at Ithaeliel. she feels very very dizzy, and starts to sway back and forth. she hugs Laie. "thanx for the great spin!" she says to her "but i must get some rest.."

Galadriel walks back to her tree, and sits under it, resting her back against the trunk. she closes her eyes, and falls asleep. She begins to dream:

she is a teenage girl, who has to go to bed, and then to school. she'll try to get back to the party later, if it's still going on after school...

[Thinhyandoiel]

In the middle of her song, Thinhyandoiel is surprised when a small pet dragon runs past her and into a grove of trees. Remember Kuruharan, she resolves to find the little dragon and runs after it. Thus, leaving the party for an indeterminable amount of time as the little dragon is veeeeeeeeery sneaky! smilies/biggrin.gif

(I'll be back tomorrow, if the thread is still open, and I shall have the little dragon!) smilies/biggrin.gif

[Ithaeliel]

Ithaeliel finally gives in to temptation and chugs the bottle. "Oh! This is some good stuff! I think I'll just spin a little... *hic*" (She drank too fast.)So here are Ithaeliel and Laie, spinning round and round, being quite drunk, for Ithaeliel discovers she is very sensitive to alcohol. smilies/biggrin.gif

[Ithaeliel]

Ithaeliel suddenly feels faint and goes over to sleep with Galadriel. She has a nightmare that her EOCs are tomorrow, and she has to study...

See ya! smilies/biggrin.gif

[Gimli Son Of Gloin]

Gimli finally retreats from the barrel of ale and staggers over to the table with all the drunks. He joins in their game of "Spin the Bottle". Gimli spins and has to kiss- The Barrow Wight http://www.plauder-smilies.com/remykiss.gif ( http://www.plauder-smilies.com/eek2.gif )

[Arladwen Brandybuck]

Just slips in for a moment Sniker slightly Slips out as quick as she Came in."I didn't see a thing" Smriks

[Birdland]

After her nose stops throbbing, Birdie realizes she has some catching up to do. "This has turned into a real 4-Pager party!" she thinks.

She watches as Bee-Dubya makes his first appearance among his assembled thralls. He's looking really good in his regal putrification. Suddenly a reporter from the National En-Shirer-er brings up that old chestnut about the "Akasha connection".

"Geez", thinks Birdie, "give it a rest. Anyone can see that the brat doesn't look anything like him", turning a significant glance towards Mithadan.

Suddenly, those magic words "abduct and sacrifice" rings through the hall. Yes! Will he go for the Aztec or Druid method? But the Bee-Dubya just give a dismissive wave to his intended victim, and proceeds to the bar, which has enough home-brewed miruvor to make all of Elvenkind behave like a drunken sailor ear-li-in-the-morning.

"That's so sad," pouts Birdie, "He's losing his touch." She attributes it to the John Edward channeling he experienced in Cincinnati. But seeing how he's sucking up the ale, she feels a sense of hope. "He can still put it away, one arm or no. Maybe he'll loosen up as the evening progresses."

But wait...what have we here? Uncorrupted Dr. Pepper? This will never do. Carbonated prune juice-based beverages should never be drunk straight. Stealthfully, Birdie pulls out her concentrated "Eessence of Ent-Draught" and applies a drop to the rim of each unopened Dr. Pepper can. There, that ought to do the trick.

Birdie suddenly slips on an unopened missive under her foot. What's this? Abandoned well-wishes for the Barrow Wight? She holds one up to the light to see if it contains cash.

Suddenly, a red cap with a jaunty feather appears out of the crowd. "Chile o' the 7th Age!" beams Birdie. Good to see ya in the rotting flesh, at last!"

But C.7.A is not to be chummed out of her appointed rounds. "If you want to claim those missives, Birdland, that will be twelve-hundred-and-thirty-two silver pennies for delivery...in cash."

"Oh...uh...Sayyyy...Why do you think Frodo just wimped out like that at the last minute, Chile'?", blurts Birdie, desperately.

"Wimped out???!!!" screams C.7.A. "I really don't understand why people can't appreciate the ramifications of the Ring's total Gehirnwäschen effect on the bearer..."

Birdie backs away slowly, as C.7.A. give one of her incredible dissertation on arcane Tolkieana, complete with the twenty-seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each
one was.

"Whew!, that was close," thinks Birdie, feeling a bit peckish, by now. But the mushroom plates have been wiped clean, and she gives the Evil Eye to Kuruharan, the Middle-Earth version of a Fungi Hoover. The vegan cheesecake has been reduced to crumbs.

She waves irritably at a Neekerbreeker hovering over the buffet table, (even though Birdie is a Neekerbreeker herself, she appreciates how annoying her own kind can be), when suddenly she realizes that the diminutive pest is none other than Maril-Etc.-Etc.-Etc. "Hey, Maril! Love the new look!"

"Really?" says Maril. "You don't think these wings make me look fat?"

Birdie assures her that she is ahead of the trend. and starts to ask her if she ever ran into Gilgore after the last party, when suddenly C.7.A screams that a spider has landed in her plate. "Don't worry. It's protein!" shouts Birdie, still searching for some real food. The Lembas, while tasty, has gotten old fast.

Birdie scans the room, noticing that Stephanos has finally gotten off of his Greek duff and is making a move on the lovely Estelyn, (or is he just interested in snagging that mithral tiara?) Sindacuion is loading up at the buffet table, muttering about "munchies". Piosenniel is humming "All Around My Hat", while sitting Below the Salt.

A group of hobbits calling themselves "The Shire-elles" are doing a little number dedicated to the Bee-Dubya's fan fictions; called "Leader of the Hacks". Aosama is doing a traditional Rohirrim folk-dance, which looks suspiciously like The Stroll. Twinkle and Maril are having a diminutive dog-fight in the center of the room, egged on by a band of dwarves screaming "Top Gun!"

Well, Birdie seems to have caught up on the action, and wonders what in Middle-Earth could happen next?

[ May 21, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]

[Marileangorifurnimaluim]

"twinkie! I'm coming at your left, diagonal cut - Defend! Ha! Moulinette - that's the windmill circles I told you about - yes! defend your left, left foot back and braced... well, I guess that doesn't work in mid-air. Coming at you from the top! *ting*"

smilies/biggrin.gif

[Veritas]

A bit late, but better late then never, steps Veritas into the room and looks around.

It gives her a look like the most people left, but it's still crowdy. She walks further and looks if she doesn't see any known persons. Then she walks over to the bar and asks for a drink.

[Child of the 7th Age]

Child of the 7th Age awakens underneath the buffet table, yawns, stretches, then hiccups. She can't quite remember how she got there and, on reflection, decides that it's probably better not to probe too deeply. Her pony has gotten loose and is running around the pavilion eating every apple in sight.

The crowds have thinned out considerably. She peers left, then right, then left again. It seems all weird looking creatures who are more than two feet taller than her have left or are shirking in the corners doing strange things. Ah, ha, time for Child to take her leave.

But wait, there's that dratted Birdie. Hey, Birdland, you still owe me twelve hundred and thirty two silver pennies for all that mail. I am holding you personally responsible for this mailbag mess. Look at this place--letters strewn all over!!! You have a very disrespectful attitude towards authority, and I am quite sure you put the young hobbits up to posting their mail without adequate Shire postage.

Child grins sheepishly, looks sideways at Birdland and then lowers her voice. Of course, I might be able to find another way for you to redeem yourself from this unfortunate situation. I just happen to have in my possession a copy of my newly published 2,000-page magnum opus entitled Frodo Baggins: Hero or Chump? This seminal creation explores many aspects of blah, blah, blah, blah, and blah!! This lovely volume weighs 10 stone, but costs a mere 50 silver pennies....quite a bargain.....now come over here and we can discuss........

[piosenniel]

'Give the late one a large glass of wine - on me!' says piosenniel to the bartender, motioning her over with a wave of her grey cape.

'Wine?! How do you know I want wine', says Veritas.

'It stands to reason that would be your natural choice.'

'& how in the seven h3lls would you know that, elf?!' queries Veritas.

'Everyone knows that!' she replies, winking and saluting the astounded creature with her own wineglass - 'In vino veritas!'

'Must go to bed now, the hour is late. Stir up the party while I'm gone. I'll see you tomorrow, or rather later today!'

[Estelyn Telcontar]

(OOC- People, am I the only one who thinks it is boring to read so many descriptions of people reaching various stages of inebriation? "Waste of a good party"! I'd rather mingle, talk and get to know all you lovely wights!)

[piosenniel]

Dragging her tired elf body out the door, piosenniel spies Cot7A starting on a scholarly journey encompassing the zenith and nadir of the moral confabulations of one frodo baggins, a rather spurious chap from the Shire. Caught in the swirl of reason and logic is birdie, with a smile pasted on her face and the definite look of a deer in the headlights.

Making an end run around Cot7A, piosenniel snatches the massive tome and passes it in a perfect spiralling arc to birdie, who catches it but is still slow to shake off the verbal trance.

piosenniel trips and fall headlong into one of the Barrow Wight's hidden access tunnels. Her fingers clutching the rim of the tunnel, she pulls herself up just enough to shout at birdie: 'Fly, you fool!' Then gravity and the long, slow fall into oblivion claim her.

::cue the sad music and the distraught friends:: (oh, wait you sleepy dunderhead, you're confusing the movie script with 'reality' again)

[Rose Cotton]

A cloaked figure driving two wagons apears over a ridge. The wagons pull up onto the field and the figure takes off the cloak and hood.
It's Rose Cotton. She stands up and waits for aplause but realizes no one has noticed her.
So she uncovers both wagons. In the first one are her pies. Along with a number of other foods. This she piles on top of everything else on the buffet table.
The second wagon holds gifts and party favors for everyone.

She picks up a jewled necklace and making sure Frodo wasn't looking (she had taken the necklace from him awile ago) she walked without fear to the BarrowWright.

"Congratulations" she shouts at him and hands him the necklace. She wonders why he is so suprised that she is not frightened of him.

[Rose Cotton]

Being very thirsty Rose Cotton heads for the drinks. She hasn't herd about the Rootbeer problems and unknowingly takes some that has been tampered with.

Suddenly she sees Legolas run by followed by fangirls. She just shrugs and continues sipping her Rootbeer.

[Rose Cotton]

After looking arownd a bit Rose is disapointed to see the party has died down a bit. But what a good time to say somthing to the crowd. After another sip of rootbeer she climbs onto a table.


My Dear Tolkinites and of course BarrowWright!
Just this last fall I happend upon three books called The Lord of the Rings. They were wonderful. But I had no one to talk to about them.
Until one new years eave I came to this site and joined the forums.
I have had some of my best times here and I want to thank everyone who has been kind enough to talk with me and help me when I had a question.
I have tried other Tolkien forums but this is by far the best.

Rose holds up her rootbeer and suddenly says

"wow! Look at all the colors!" she falls off the table onto some hobbits.

She takes a frightend look at the rootbeer and throws it hitting someone. Uh-oh.

[Estelyn Telcontar]

After basking in the glow of her triumphant encounter with the Barrow-Wight, Estelyn was unruffled by the appearance of Oliphaunts; nay, even orcs could not daunt her. But what was that?? Terror struck her heart as she glimpsed the one creature she had been taught to fear from her very childhood, every princess' most dangerous enemy - a dragon!

For the briefest moment, she considered finding a corner to cower in, then bravely decided to face her fate head-on. And lo - the dragon was leashed, and the leash was held by a sturdy, dependable-looking dwarf! "Oh, it must be Kuruharan with his pet Chrysophylax!" She breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to greet them.

"I am both enchanted and honored to thus meet the revered author of the First Amendment to my Primary Signature Quote! Please allow me to bestow upon thee this token of my eternal gratitude, in hopes that it will be an immortal reminder of thine accomplishment." In speaking, she proferred him a brooch that appeared to be a decorative medal. It depicted, appropriately enough, a golden dragon with jeweled eyes upon a mithril background of mountains. Estelyn knew that the Wight had retreated to his barrow - she would have to ask permission later for the "borrowed" jewelry...

[ May 21, 2002: Message edited by: Estelyn Telcontar ]

[Birdland]

"Ai! Ai! A Magnum Opus!" screams Birdie, as 10-stones worth of Frodo Baggins: Hero or Chump descends upon her and knocks her flat to the floor.

Piosenniel is doing an end zone dance when suddenly an access tunnel opens under her feet and she hurls headlong down the hatch. "Fly, you fools!" he cried, and was gone.

"Piosenniellllll! Nooooooo!" screams Birdie, doing her best Elijah Woods' imitation as she reaches down the hole. "Damn those random event generators! Damn them!...ooooooooh! Pie!". Birdie and C.7.A. retire to the buffet table to beat the rush, figuring that Piosenniel will probably resurrect later; a little bleached out, but none the worse for wear.

A group of industrious hobbits drag off the 2000-page life's work, in order to stand on it to reach the bar.

[ May 21, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]

[Sindacuion]

"What?! When?! Where?! Who?!"
Sindacuion shouts as someone is shaking him. "Oh, must've fell asleep. What's been going on?" Sind looks around, noticing many sleeping (passed out, even?) Hobbits. He thanks Estelyn for waking him up and heads for the buffet. "Shall I get you a drink, my princess? My mouth is too dry and I think I swallowed a fly." He heads for the buffet table and fills two glasses with wine. As he has done so, he heads back to Estelyn. As he approaches, he notices that Estelyn is missing. "Where on earth did that princess go? I was going to ask her for a stroll!"

[Cimmerian]

You people are great at this -
"Why aren't most of you in the story based RPGs?"

arrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhh...@$#%!^*(*@#!

[Birdland]

Suddenly Cimmerian and his infamous RPG (Roleplay Press Gangers) troop burst into the room, snatch up some random dancing hobbits, and start dragging them to the door.

"It's off to the RPG Wars with ye, me laddies!" bellows Cimmerian, and he laughs evilly.

"No! We don't wanna goooo!" wail the hapless halflings.

"Nonsense!" states Cimmerian, "RPG's are good for ye. We'll whip you all into a fighting force of Elven Shield Maidens before ye know it."

The troops march out the door, singing "I Love a Hobbit in a Uniform" as they go.

[Kuruharan]

Huh?...wha happen?...how'd I get back here?...ooooooo...uh-oh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh, it's coming, it's coming...ooooo...ugh! here it comes......

JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDD

Oh, WHEW! Feeling soooo much better!

AAAAHHHHH!!!!!! There's a dragon next to me!!!!!!

Oh, right.

What's this? It seems to be a golden dragon with jeweled eyes upon a mithril background of mountains. What's it say on the back? "To Kuruharan from Estelyn Telcontar."

Why thank you Estelyn, that's very sweet of you!! smilies/smile.gif smilies/smile.gif

[goes to the refreshment table]

Hmm...doesn't seem to be much here. Just a half-eaten bowl of egg-salad, some stale potato chips, and some nibbled-on pieces of goblin gizzard.

Looks like I'll have to find my own breakfast.

[ May 21, 2002: Message edited by: Kuruharan ]

[Mithadan]

Mithadan smiles as he watches B-W make his farewell speech. The old boy has really matured! One reporter vaporized, one psychologist messily made into two half psychologists, no one abducted or sacrificed...very good! He joins in the chorus of congratulations as B-W "enters" his barrow.

He sets off to the buffet table (or the remains thereof) taking a rough headcount of the number of wheelbarrows needed to transport "indisposed" guests. These Hobbits really do not hold their drink well.

The sound of approaching sirens rouses him from his reverie. He changes hurriedly into a blue power suit (white shirt, red tie, black wingtip shoes...sorry Maril, no cufflinks, French cut sleeves are an annoyance), begins handing out his business cards and reminds all and sundry of their rights under the Fifth and Sixth Amendments. Fortunately, the unwanted attention of the gendarme is deflected deftly by Piosenniel.

A small green dragon flies past (Mith is using the word "flies" metaphorically, the dragon does not have wings) followed by Estelyn. And still, despite the hour, new guests continue to filter in. Estelyn is right. Too much talk of drink and not enough action. Time to liven things up. Reaching behind a bar, Mith switches on the REG (Random Events Generator). Piosenniel promptly disappears into a hole. With a flash, a very confused Smashmouth appears on the stage but, to their credit, they get right into the swing of things and begin playing 'Walking on the Sun'. A pack of Mumak driven by Haradrim appear at the South end of the fields. Two faeries begin a vigorous dogfight. Mith sits on a bench to relax. Ahhhh, that's more like it...

[Sindacuion]

Sindacuion walks around the premises of the festival grounds. "Now where did that Estelyn go?" *poof* Suddenly, a miniatyre Balrog appears. Sind glares at the Balrog, trying to pick a fight with him. "Uh oh.. That's just.. weird. I smell something fishy here.. I sure hope no-one has fiddled with the Random Events Generator. Well, that would propably lighten up the spirit of the festival.." Sind goes back to search for the princess and leaves the little Balrog behind.

[Sindacuion]

Sindacuion climbs up a tree, hoping to catch a glimpse of Estelyn. He sees that Estelyn is chasing a dragon. "That certainly isn't proper for royalty!!" he says, jumps down the tree and runs after Estelyn.

[Rimbaud]

The REG in full flow, Rimbaud soon realised his repose would be short-lived. As he unexpectedly developed a craving for fruitcake, he scanned the crowd anxiously for any sign of sanity. Fortunately, none appeared to be forthcoming. He's aware that his name badge may be bewildering to the other guests, nay even maddening; as English as the hills themselves he is.

He encounters a pleasant conversation arising from the tale of Arien's 'staining' at the hands of Melkor and its potential nature as part of the canon and conjoins with the participants gleefully.

Smashmouth on stage are replaced abruptly with an unexpectedly reformed Smiths and he is tempted to do the Smithsonian and 'get jiggy wit' it' but manages, barely, to restrain the impulse. However the sight of fourteen different people dressed as Gandalf, shaking their 'booty' and crying out, "I don't think you're ready for this jelly!" every so often is too much and he collapses in convulsions of laughter.

OOC - you try linking Smashmouth, The Smiths, Will Smith and Destiny's Child without starting to laugh)

Realising that in a world controlled by the REG anything was possible, he departed his new-found circle of friends and went to the Beatles concert next door.

[Veritas]

When she finished her wine, she looks over the field where must people are sleeping. Sindacon sits in a tree, climbes out and runs after Estelyn.

Veritas sighs and says to herself: "In vino veritas, sed non veritas possemus bibere."
Or something like that, the wine touched her brain. She reaches over to the barkeeper for another wine.

[Belin]

An incantation is heard:

Beware! Beware! Her flashing eyes, her floating hair!

...and at the edge of the Fields, a very bedraggled figure struggles up out of the forest, muttering to itself "Oh, screw it, I'll just go now ." It’s Belin Ibaimendi, wild haired and wild eyed, barely able to stand under the weight of the enormous backpack she still wears. Her garb, unfortunately, cannot be described as even remotely "formal" or "Middle-Earth."

"I made it!" she pants. "How late am I? What’s going on? Did anyone miss me? Are there any mushrooms left? ( please please please ) Do I still have a chance of a dance with Stephanos, um, or is that Rimbaud?"

Talking and panting at once, however, is too much for her. Between her breathlessness and the great weight she bears, Belin gets lightheaded for a moment and collapses on the ground, the backpack on top of her. A pair of feet approach (Mithadan’s? Child's? Estelyn's, perhaps? Belin can’t tell; her glasses seem to have fallen off.) She grins upward, undaunted.

"No, fine, I’m fine," she manages to say, attempting unsuccessfully to rise. "Never better but once. Is there anyplace I can change?"

[ May 21, 2002: Message edited by: Belin ]

[Frodo Baggins]

Frodo has been taking a nap a short way way from the festivities. "Hi Birdie, Child, I don't know why you think I "wimped out" it was a spider, and frankly, have you ever seen Shelob??" Frodo nods "Didn't think so" he replies. Has anyone seen Sam? smilies/frown.gif Oh well.
Feels around his neck "My chain!!!! Oh no! And my white jewel!!! oh no! Queen Arewn gave me that jewel! It's gone!! smilies/eek.gif smilies/frown.gif

[Aosama, the Wandering Star]

Whoa.
Applauds His Wightiness' speech, even though that was a while ago. Decides to take a break from dancing to rescue hapless halflings from Cimmerian.
"Cimmerian! They must join the RPGs of their own free will!" Aosama releases the hobbits, who are much to inebriated to thank her. Oh well. Dancing break's over!
"Want to dance, Cimm?"

[zifnab]

Zifnab has been in a silent stumper since the party began. ‘Why’ you may say. ‘Don’t ask Why, drink Barrow-down dry.’. Actually he is in shocked state of mind that nobody has noticed him (besides his good friend Rim, and that was after a good ‘thwaping’ smilies/wink.gif in his current cloth situation. He has come in his birthday suit…..err…..shirt. Birthday Shirt. He has worn his now already travel stained ‘Barrow-Downs’ T-shirt and decides the time is right for a fast plug. ‘Buy Right, Buy Barrow-Wight’. Zifnab chuckles at his pun and shares it Rimbaud who is currently to busy trying to make amends with the ‘green bottle’.


To be honest, he has been busy doing other wightly stuff, and his attention has not been focused on the goal in hand. He has ignored a few pages….err…dialog, between the party goers, and makes up time by speed reading through must of them. This does not help, since the majority of the BD’ers write such complex and wonderfully delightful posts. He decides it best to slow down and catch up.


He scans the room, seeing mostly recognizable faces and a few that are new to him. He waves to the regulars and newbies (which at this time, they all had to squint and focus on who this character was waving at them). Seeing the regulars and newbies alike all hold their hands to their eyes, he assumes it is a salute and feels very comforted by that act. He moseys on over to the Salon, guns swaying in their hostlers, spurs clanking from the vibration of the hard word floors, hat partially covering his eyes. And says too the bartender, ‘Howdy partner, I’ll take a Roy Rodgers.’ ‘What the heck is that?’ he/she responds, ‘This here ain’t no Cowboy Party, I suggest you pack up and head out West, before the going gets tough.’. ‘Err…..Ya….My thoughts exactly, I’ll just take a Tom Collins.’ mumbles Zifnab has he changes his outfit back into his birthday suit……Shirt! ‘Boy, this shirt is a lot more comfortable to wear. It sure beats that bear-suit.’ he thinks to himself.


On a further note, besides from the above jibber jabber. I would like to add my thanks for the Barrow-wight, and all the Moderators out there. Many of us feel like this is our home away from home. A nice place to get lost in, if I do say so myself. A big congratulation to you all for making this thee best site on the web. And I hope the next two years finds us all in good fortune. Thanks again!

[Frodo Baggins]

Frodo put his head in his hands "oh dear! Oh dear! What am I going to do???? That chain was priceless. And that jewel was my succor. When it was given me I was told ' when merey of darkness and burden trouble you, this will bring you aid" Now what will I do?????

[piosenniel]

'Dawn has cracked and so surely has this little world I find myself facing,' thought piosenniel blearily. I had been a tiring night eluding both a balrog and the Barrow Wight in the deep, dark vastnesses of the Downs. One wanted to turn her into a crispy critter, and the other, though apparently sleepwalking, kept muttering feverishly to himself 'Must abduct . . . must slay . . . cold elf on a colder slab of stone . . .we likes it!'

piosenniel shook her head to rid herself of the random images. 'The Wight saying "we likes it"? It must have been a bad dream - but then why are my legs so tired as if I had run for Ages?'

Climbing out of the tunnel did not seem as long a task as falling down it. Peering cautiously over the edge, she spied both Birdie and C7A huddled over a large pot of strong coffee, wearing tie-dyed Barrow Downs t-shirts with the logo : FRODO LIVES! scrawled on them in magic marker. Each 'O' in FRODO having the peace sign penned into it. 'Oh my!' thought piosenniel to herself, 'I've fallen down the rabbit hole and come up in the sixties!'

'Hey!', shout the two remnants of the radical left in unison. 'Ai na vedui . . .mae govannen!'

'Come have a cuppa heartstarter, pio,' offers C7A. 'Yeah, we need a third pair of hands for the guerilla actions we're planning for the party today.' says Birdie. 'And what the heck happened to you last night? The last thing we saw was the ground open up and swallow you right after you channeled Gandalf.' Both looked at her expectantly.

'Some coffee first, ladies, and then we'll hash out my thoughts on the odd events taking place here. I have my theories, and the main one is sitiing close by!' piosenniel glanced meaningfully in the direction of Mithadan, whose hand seemed to caress a silver remote control while his mouth curved into a puckish smile.

'Ooh, I'm thinking the target is in sight for the first prong of our attack.' whispered Birdie.

'Let me just haul out my parchment and quill & we'll draw up a battle plan.' rejoined C7A, digging into the depths of her mailsack.

The object of their covert scrutiny arose from his sitting position, stretched mightily, and surveyed the party site. Need to stretch his legs a bit more, he ambled down the small hill on which he stood and passed by the 3 women slowly sipping their morning brew.

'Ladies!', he said in greeting, with a tug to his forelock.

'Mithadan.' returned the trio in unison.

As he strolled past them, preparing to walk the perimeter of the
field, it seemed as if a chill breeze had sprung up from behind, sending a small frisson of impending doom down his spine.

[ May 21, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[ElanorGamgee]

"Again, Kuruharan, of course you didn't spike the Dr.Pepper. But I think I'll drink out of this nice can just to be safe." Elanor grins and takes a sip from her can, but alas! someone has poured a strong liquid into it. As she can't even smell alcohol without getting a bit tipsy, she momentarily blacks out, only to be awakened by the mob of girls chasing Legolas through a pavallion. "Kuruharan! If you're responsible for this..." Elanor begins, but the herd of fangirls stops her short as they burst from the pavillion and run directly toward her. Suddenly she finds herself running for her life next to Legolas. "So, how ya doin'?" she asks the Elf as she sprints.

[Birdland]

The turntable drops the next 45 from the stack and Berry McGuire intones "The Eastern world, it is explodin'...("Some things never change", thinks Birdie sadly) and a bearded Beorn wanders by explaining cheerfully "I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in."

Wait a minute! This is The Barrow Downs of Middle Earth! 45s haven't been invented yet. How did we wind up in the future????

OK, Piosenniel, I'm behind you. Ooooooh, but wait until this song's over!" As Birdie starts waltzing with a Dragon to "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds."

[ May 21, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]

[Frodo Baggins]

Rosa!!!!!! If you're behind this your in trouble!! Just give me tea I usually don't drink coffee. *muttering alone in a coorner* Pinching my chain! Well she didn't get my circlet anyway. Next time I see that Rosa I will slap her!!
Hey Galalriel!!!! Can I have some of that wine?

[Amanaduial the archer]

Coming sheepishly through the ceiling on a beautiful silver tree, Amanaduial lands sheepishly on the floor- this is becoming a habit. "Hey all...?" She looks at the chaos of the room, with not alot of idea where is or what exactly is happening. Snapping her fingers busily, the elegant elf stands awkwardly, feeling out of place. However, as a full scale dragon waltz appears to be starting, Amanaduial is soon swept up by a dashing silver dragon, its lovely scales complimenting her swirling silver and blue robe as they whirl around together.

[Daisy Sandybanks]

Daisy, slowly opening her eyes, suddenly realizes that she had dozed off to sleep and that it is now quite late in the evening and, that for some reason, she has a throbbing headache. Slowly getting up, she also notices that her mug of ale has disappeared from its in the grass next to her, "how rude!" She exclaims, "just taking my ale like that…. Inconsiderate, greedy, little…" she grumbles on.

Sensing that she missed quite a bit of the action, Daisy wanders about, looking for a familiar face to talk to and chat with. "My, my! What has happened here…." She says, with a rather perplexed look on her face, "this is no joyful Hobbit party that I have stumbled on to, this seems as though a pack of drunken dragons had a duel with one another" she mumbles to herself. Looking at, and stepping over, all the debry strewn about the grounds and passed out creatures lying in very odd positions on the ground with wine and other liquor bottles propped up around them, she picks up a nearby half filled mug of ale sitting next to a quietly passed out, what seems to be, form of a Hobbit.

Daisy continues her search for some explanation of what exactly happened here, stopping occasionally to tend to her now painful headache. Wandering around a bit, Daisy begins to realize that this state of mess wasn't new when she got up, that all this had been here when she first came. Daisy hadn't realized that she hadn't remembered any of it, because at the time she was so exhausted. Then, at that very moment, something popped into Daisy's head.

She wasn't exhausted until after she had got that mug of ale that was gone when she woke up. "The funny thing is, I don't remember anything after that…. though…. Wait… I do remember doing something up on top of a table somewhere… oh; this can't be good…"Daisy mumbles to herself, stepping over a passed out Dwarf. Then something hits her "Wait a minute…. The ale wasn't… no, silly me, no one would do that to ale… would they?" She groans, "Oh, you foolish Hobbit you, what did Mother say to you? 'Don't ever attend a party thrown for a Barrow, You'll never know what might happen to you.'" Daisy looks down at her mug of ale that she had swiped off of some unconscious Hobbit a while back, and pours it out onto the ground. "Oh, what have I gotten myself into…." She mumbles one last time, quietly to herself.

[Sindacuion]

"My my, Daisy. What has happened to you?" As Daisy mumbles something about a headache, Sind passes her an aspirin, err.. athelas, in a form of a pill. "Here. That should help you a bit." After something that sounded like fanks, Sindacuion heads for the buffet table for some breakfast. "Oh my, what happened when I was asleep?!" He was very happy, for he had packed lembas for himself. "Somehow I knew that this would come in handy.." After munching on some lembas, he goes in search for a friend to talk to. "Well, Daisy is out of the question, I see. I quess I'll keep on looking. I wonder if that Estelyn is still chasing that dragon?" He takes a sip of wine (some was left from last night, somehow) he walks to the garden and climbs up his regular tree. "I guess I'll stay here and mope then.."

[ May 21, 2002: Message edited by: Sindacuion ]

[Rose Cotton]

AFTER SHE GOT HER SENCE BACK AND SWORE TO HERSELF SHE WOULD NEVER DRINK ROOTBEER AGAIN ROSE COTTON TRIES TO FIND SOMTHING TO DO.

ROSE STAYS A GOOD WAY FROM FRODO BAGGINS AND EYES HIM NERVOUSLY. SHE DOSN'T KNOW IF HE'S RELIZED THAT IT WAS HER THAT TOOK HIS JEWLED NECKLACE.

BUT ROSE IS GETTING A LITTLE DISAPOINTED.

NO ONE SEEMS TO NOTICE SHE'S THERE.

SO SHE DECIDES TO SIT DOWN NEXT TO A TREE AND WATCH EVERYONE DEALING IN THERE OWN MATTERS.

[ElanorGamgee]

Elanor notices Rose looking lonely by the tree. "Hi!" she shouts, running to meet her, forgetting that she and Legolas are being persued by about 247 screaming fangirls. Rose's eyes widen and she starts to run. "Hey, Rose, what are you running away for? I just wanted to say hi!" Rose motions toward the girls. "Ohhhh..." says Elanor, suddenly remebering why she is running.

[ May 21, 2002: Message edited by: ElanorGamgee ]

[stone of vision]

Lying limply among the empty -oh good fringant pony/ green dragon barrels of ale, Stone of vision, stuffed like an amphora, is snoring; careless of the rush in the outside world.
Until the end, our good fellow slept in deep content, if stones are content.
(mmmh sounds like Samwise....oh bother, let's go back to the sleeping thing *yawn*zzzz...)<----- only moment of rare consciouness of the subject.
(zzzz Happy zzzz birth zzzz day zzzz Barrow zzz Down zzzzz)<---- moment of semi -consciousness, my dear fellow members, a very interesting case of festive induced narcolepsy. Incurable! héhéhé smilies/biggrin.gif

[Child of the 7th Age]

Child shakes her curly head in amazement and inches over towards Piosenniel. She sets her mailbag on the floor as second and third doubts begin to assail her about the wisdom of drafting a battle plan against his highness, Lord Mithadan, who is far above her in both stature and rank.

Piosenniel, er, er..... "Guerilla actions?"...."First prong of an attack?"

Child hastily scrawls a note to Piosennil, slips it into her lap and beats a hasty retreat to a distant corner of the pavillion. This note reads:

Dear Elf Friend,

Now, I will not deny that in my distant past, in the true days of "Frodo Lives," I did some rather strange things which involved being chained up to administative buildings as well as protest marches and similar activities which had best remain unsaid and which, I am certain, Professor Tolkien would not approve of!!

However, I am now a semi-respectable dweller in the Barrow-downs who, by great zeal and hogging the family computer, finally managed to make it up to "wight". I even have aspirations to go beyond that lowly status. And it is my clear understanding that those who attempted revolutionary measures in the past were unceremoniously dumped down to the rank of "newly deceased", a fate I would prefer not to share.

Moreover you, as an exalted Elf, are better equipped to lead such a movement. I am at best a poor, humble hobbit who may already be in trouble for posting scurrilous and long-winded threads. So, it is undoubtedly best that you go forward in this half-baked effort on your own, or perhaps with the assistance of Birdland, who has been known to act as ringleader in many less than reputable circles. Or perhaps you could get one of the Tooks to assist you as they also have a reputation for strangeness!

Your more respectable hobbit friend

[Mithadan]

Mithadan decides to head over to the Beatles concert and join Stephanos. He checks his silver beeper for messages, then heads toward the edge of the fields. In doing so, he passes Child of the Seventh Age, Piosennial and Birdland. They are looking at him oddly. "Ladies," he said as he passed. "Mithadan," they replied in unison. As he walked on, it felt as if a chill breeze had sprung up from behind, sending a small frisson of impending doom down his spine. He shuddered.

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel awakes and looks around. She has no idea what is going on, since she didn't bother reading the last page and a half. She shrugs, grabs a bottle of wine from some pocket on her dress, and begins spinning again...

[Niere-Teleliniel]

Niere crawls out from under the table where she was hiding from Cimm and his RPG minions. She slowly walks back to her book, stopping for a moment to finish off the cheesecake.

She suddenly notices Galadriel's somewhat unhealthy state. Jumping up, she catches the gyrating elf and leads her over the the coffee. "Calm down hun, let's see if we can put you to rights!" As she goes, she descreetly pitches the bottle of wine in the nearest trashcan.

[ May 21, 2002: Message edited by: Niere-Teleliniel ]

[Ithaeliel]

Ithaeliel is woken up when Galadriel wakes up. She starts crying. "What's wrong, Ithaeliel?"
"I had *sniff* a nighmare... th-they made us do a page and a half on... h-hurricanes!"
GASP!!! smilies/eek.gif
Ithaeliel wipes away her tears and smiles. "Anyway, back to the party." She decides not to drink anymore and goes to play spin the bottle with Gimli and the others. "Ech! That wasn't pretty..."

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[Galadrie1]

Galadriel, still spinning, sees Ithaeliel walk over to the game of spin-the-bottle. being parcial (sp?) to both bottles and spinning, Galadriel dicides to join in. she sits down beside Ithaeliel and waits for someone to spin the bottle...

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[Auriel Haevasawen]

Auriel quietly returns to inspect the carnage of the party from the night before. Dawn has risen on the field and a cool grey mist swirls around bundles of clothes upon the ground, curled below the trees. On closer inspection she discovers they are creatures, some known to her and some not. In the centre, miraculous in her ability not to fall over the sleeping hordes is Galadriel, spinning and still consuming that magic wine. Somewhere she can faintly hear the sound of the Beatles which has her slightly perplexed, although not as much as The Smiths reforming for the party which is being muttered about by a bundle of rags quite close to her feet. "Strange," she thinks "I met Johnny Marr a couple of months back and he never mentioned it."
The table is now devoid of food and is actually being slept upon by 3 orcs and a rather sparkly dragon. She retrieves the plate her cheesecake arrived on and begins to climb over the sleeping guests to see if she can find any of her friends from last night.

[Thinhyandoiel]

Thinhyandoiel comes stalking out of the little groups of trees, having slept the night up high in a tall birch. She has found the little dragon, and sends him off scurrying to Kuruharan. Then, satisfied with her work, she amuses herself with Galadriel dancing with her wine bottle and magic dress. Finally, she walks over to her.

"I must say, where did you get that marvelous piece of fabric?"

[ May 21, 2002: Message edited by: Thinhyandoiel ]

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel had grown tired of the game of spin-the-bottle, since there was not nearly enough spinning involved. she starts spinning again, but stops when Thinhyandoiel walks over to her. "where did i get it? gosh, i don't really remember. it's kinda old..." She starts spinning again, this time deep in thought... where did she get this dress????

[Niere-Teleliniel]

Niere shrugs and surveys the mess. Heaving a great sigh, she whips several economy-sized trash bags out of her turban (Yeah, I came prepared!) and starts cleaning up the paper plates, broken glass etc. In response to several incredulous cries from nearby partygoers, she says, "Yeah, I know the party's not over yet! Just keeping on top of things!" She makes a mental note to enlist Airetalathwen's help in the near future.

[Rose Cotton]

Finally! Rose says. Some action.

Elanor gives Rose a looks that says 'being chased by fan girls is your idea of acton?'

But Rose has an idea.

"Elanor, Legolas, follow me. Let's try my idea." Rose starts to head for the Barrow Wright's tent.

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel decides she will never be able to figure out where the Magic Dress came from, and spins over to Niere, depositing 3 empty wine bottles into a trash bag. "thanx guys, i had a great time," she says to the bottles as she drops them. "i'll miss you..." she wipes a tear from her eye and pulls out another full bottle from the Mystery pocket, takes a gulp, and continues spinning..

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel stops spinning and scampers off to her tree. She closes her eyes, and falls asleep again..

She's the teenage girl.. her mother has just called her to dinner... she'll be back as soon as possible....

[Niere-Teleliniel]

In a super-fast move (from watching her little sister's countless taekwondo classes) Niere snatches the Wine from Galadriel and deposits it in her trash bag. "If you want something to drink sweetie, try the coffee!" (Entirely selfish, she merely wants someone sober enough to help with the cleanup...)

[Thinhyandoiel]

"Drat. I really wanted one." Thinhyandoiel grumbles and walks over to help Niere clean up.

"I'm sober!" She grins and points to the supposedly "SAFE" Dr.Pepper.

[Niere-Teleliniel]

"Have a trashbag, Thinhya! I'll start at that end, meet me in the middle!"

[ May 21, 2002: Message edited by: Niere-Teleliniel ]

[Kuruharan]

"Kuruharan! If you're responsible for this..."

Awww, that's so sweet of you to instantly think of me when something smells...um...altered. smilies/smile.gif But I didn't do it, I was gone at the time, I think. I'm not to sure exactly what happened.

She has found the little dragon, and sends him off scurrying to Kuruharan.

Ah, is that where he went. Last time I saw him he was on a frolic with Estelyn. And he's not really so little, something like 30 feet long. Not as big as Smaug, but much bigger than me. smilies/smile.gif

pulls out another full bottle from the Mystery pocket, takes a gulp, and continues spinning..

You realize of course that your liver is going to be the size of a watermelon before you're finished.

Goes off to listen to the Beatles...

[Thinhyandoiel]

"You're welcome Kuruharan! But...I thought I saw this dragon run off last night, and so I ran after him. This isn't your dragon!? Uh-oh..." Thinhyandoiel grimaces in obvious worry as she picks up a broken glass. "Let's not tell the Shirrif's, shall we?" And she goes on to meet Niere in the middle.

[Auriel Haevasawen]

As she can only see someone cleaning up Auriel is slightly at a loss as to whether to stay a while and continue searching for the friends she made last night or leave for good. It was a fantastic party but she was secretly hoping it would be pushing on through dawn. Just because she was an elf didn't mean she wasn't particulary fond of food. Years of wandering with the Rangers and left her with a healthy respect for a good breakfast. (it might be the only meal of the day). She was also particularly disappointed that the music had stopped, the highpoint of the evening had been her dances with Frodo and 'likely looking elf'. "Oh bother, just as I was coming out of my shell."

[Auriel Haevasawen]

Heigho, there's always the Beatles.

[Frodo Baggins]

I see you, Rose!!!! *Frodo runt toward Rose Cotton* You give me that pinched chain this miniute or I will tell the shirrifs and have them arrest you!! *Frodo holds out his hand*
As soon as I beat this little pincher you and I can have another dance Auriel.

[Rose Cotton]

Rose runs up to the Barrow Wrights tent. The fangirls would never dare to go inside here.
Rose was sure the Barrow Wright wouldn't mind.
She goes inside................

[ElanorGamgee]

Rose, Legolas, and Elanor run toward the Barrow-Wight's tent. Elanor feels a lump forming in her throat. "I sure hope you have a good plan," she stammers. "The Barrow-Wight keeps mentioning abducting and sacrificing." Legolas mutters something in Elvish.

[Auriel Haevasawen]

Suddenly Auriel spots Rose running into the black tent. She surprises herself by shouting and thereby alterting Frodo as to what is happening.

[Auriel Haevasawen]

Unfortuneatly her shout also wakes the sleeping fangirls who begin to stir and their leaders spot their quarry following Rose.

[Auriel Haevasawen]

AAGh! (Auriel is now slightly hysteric and forced to make a third posting because she has realised the problems she has created.) If only she remained her usual reserved self.

[Auriel Haevasawen]

Terrified that she has angered everyone Auriel feels it would be a good time to leave again. She has a long day of work to face and a plate to wash. She will try to return later and see if she's been forgiven.(In the mortal world she's facing the second bedtime since this party began and wishes she didn't work such long hours!)

[Rose Cotton]

Rose followed by Elanor and Legolas runs inside the tent. It's very dark and cold.

Rose sees where the entrance to the Barrow is and ducks inside it.

Outside the tent, the fangirls are wondering whether they dare go inside.

Rose sees the Barrow Wright slumped on the floor of the Barrow.

"What now?" Elanor asks.

"I figured the fangirls wouldn't follow us in here." Rose answers.

[Frodo Baggins]

*outside* Rose!! YOu give me that chain thin minute!!!!!! I mean it!!! Or i'll tell the BW he can have you.

[Ithaeliel]

Ithaeliel gets tired of spinning the bottle. She goes to help Niere clean up trash, as there's about as much debris as the WTC. Then she gets an idea to play a new game, one of her favorites, prank calls. She gathers some guests and heads to the nearest phone, dialing a random number. "Hello, this is the Cormallen bubble factory, we make lots and lots of bubbles, white bubbles, black bubbles, pink bubbles, blue bubbles, red bubbles..."
BEEEEEEEP. "stupid!"
She does lots of prank calls, and teaches the others to do so, manifesting their brains with dirty habits. But then she accidentally dials the Barrow-wight's tent... smilies/eek.gif

[Nevfeniel]

Struggling against the tight grip of the shirrif, Nev shouts, "I swear! The Dr. Pepper was safe when I brought it!" The shirrif then replies, "Well then, we're arresting you because of the call we got about underaged hobbit drinking."
"But I'm an elf! And I wasn't drinking!"
"That's what they always say. It's off to time-out for you!"
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

[ May 21, 2002: Message edited by: Nevfeniel ]

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel wakes up, stands, stretches and yawns. "what a strange dream.." she thinks "i was a girl who was eating pasta and writng a history essay..." she shakes her head, and, deciding to take Niere's advice, pulls a thermos full of coffee out of some pocket on her dress. "spinning's no fun if there's no wine involved," she decides, so she sips her coffe and walks over to a bunch of distraught-looking girls outside a tent.
she hears them whispering "he went inside the tent, i'm sure of it." "ya, but do u think it's safe to go in?" "i don't know. but i kinda want to. anything to get a look at him!!"
guessing what's going on, Galadriel decides to give poor Lego a break "hey girls!" she shouts out to them, "I think i saw Legolas go that-a-way" she points in the opposite direction, and the girls run away screaming. Galadriel smiles to herself, sips her coffee, and walks away from the tent...

[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel, by now VERY VERY drunk, comes back in to refill her wine glass, goes and fetches Legolas from the fangirls, and takes him to her pond so they can...errr...talk (right...Menelduliniel is drunk: like they're going to talk)!

(this is my way of not conversing, since, as soon as I logged on and read what happened since I left, my mom called me for dinner. *sigh*)

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel, getting very bored, decides that spinning could be fun, even without wine. She starts to spin around, and hears Beatles music, far away. She starts to sing along
"in the town where i was born
lived a man..who sailed to sea.
and he told us of his life.
in the land of submarines.."
which brought her to thinking "were the submarines in Middle Earth?" she quickly gets these thougts out of her head, not being in the mood to think. She picks up an empty Dr. Pepper can from the ground, and tries to find Niere, so she can throw it away into one of her trash bags.
"i wonder if this was 'SAFE' Dr. Pepper.."

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[Nevfeniel]

After being released from time-out for good behavior, Nevfeniel runs to the nearest convenience store to find a few somethings. . .
When she returns, she passes out something to everyone- free straws! Nev is determined to keep people sober, or at least the people drinking her Dr. Pepper. . . *shoots a look at Birdland*

[Ithaeliel]

Ithaeliel leaves the phone to the guests and giggles girlishly as she sneaks over to the tent where Legolas is hiding. She pokes her head in and sees him lying there with a bunch of girls around him. "All right, all of you, scram! He's MY husband!"
They refuse to move, so she goes in anyways and joins their fun. She picks up a can of Code Red and, without suspecting anything, swigs it. But soon she begins to feel tipsy. "Oh, lookit all the pretty flowers." Legolas picks up the can. "Somebody spiked the Code Red, too!"

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel looks at Nevfeniel. "free straws? woohoo!!!! thanx, Nev! (do u mind if i call u nev?)" Galadriel stuffs the free straw into some pocket on her dress, sips her coffee, and begins spinning again..

[ May 21, 2002: Message edited by: Galadrie1 ]

[Nevfeniel]

You can call me Nev, Galadriel. By the way, I didn't know the straws were long enough to drink from the pocket. Maybe it's the magical dress.

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel looks at Nev. "Oh, Nev," she says, laughing, "i'm not drinking from the straw. you can't drink coffee with a straw! i'm just saving it for later, you see?"

[ May 21, 2002: Message edited by: Galadrie1 ]

[Nevfeniel]

"OOOOOh. Okay!" Nev replies, and starts spinning with Galadriel.

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel stuffs the thermos of coffee into the Mystery Pocket, and grabs Nev's hands, spinning Titanic-Stlye (with your hands crossed, ya know?).

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[Niere-Teleliniel]

Niere finally is in the middle, waiting for Thinhyandoiel. Patience not being one of her virtues, she begins passing out garbage bags (magically hidden in her turban) to everyone, dubbing them, "The proud, the few: The trash crew!"

And, just to disprove Cimm's guess that she is "prim and proper," she hands a bag to Galadriel and sees how many "baskets" she can make while Galadriel is still spinning. (Dang, missed! Sorry about that! I don't think it stains!)

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel stops spinning to glare at Niere. "too bad you don't know the Magic Dress repels stains!!! mwa ha ha ha!" She throws the Dr. Pepper can in the trash bag, throws it (gently) at Niere,looks down at her perfectly clean dress, and continues spinning.

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[Galadrie1]

Galadriel suddenly falls back to sleep. she dreams...
the teenage girl must eat dessert....

[Samwise]

*Trudging toward the feild comes a rather odd-looking threesome: One, a male hobbit dressed in a red vest, grey waistcoat and brown jacket with brown leggings.
On his left is a young hobbit girl, her auburn curls spilling down her back. She looks uncomfortable in a pink flowing dress with a gold belt. A ring of pink rosebuds is in her hair. Underneath the dress, however, she is wearing a pair of knee breeches and a pair of scuffed brown boots--her hands are covered with leather gloves, and she has a bow slung over one shoulder and a quiver of arrows over the other.
The third member of the party is a human woman, wearing a ground-length light blue dress with white lace accents. A white flower is tucked over one ear. Pushing her gold-rimmed glasses onto the bridge of her nose, she surveys the scene.
Stacey: Hm. Looks like the party's over.

Sam: Sorry. Wasn't sure when it started.

Primrose: *Tugging at her dress* Can we go, Papa?

Sam: Absolutely not, Tiny Rose. We're at least going to see Mister Frodo.

*Primrose's eyes light up* Oh, yes! I forgot! *she frowns* I also want to get ahold of that Barrow-Wight! Rate Miss Stacey's story a THREE, will he.....

Stacey: *Rolls her eyes* For crying out loud, Primrose, I DON'T CARE! I write for FUN, and that's it, NOT ratings! Besides, a couple of folks enjoyed it so far, and that's enough for me.

Primrose *fingering the string of her bow* Hm.

Sam and Stacey: smilies/rolleyes.gif

[Laiedheliel]

Appearing from some hidden corner or other, Laiedheliel rubs the sleep out of her eyes and looks around. Is the party over already? She sees the Trash Crew cleaning up and Galadriel asleep, again, and wonders if the bar is still serving mirovur. She goes off to find a drink, and some friends...

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel wakes with a start. She looks around, and sees three figures walking towards the basically-over party. She wonders if they'll stay...
She takes out some coffee from the Mystery pocket, takes a sip and stands up. She wanders around the field. Most of the people have gone, though there are still some bodies asleep on the ground. She stands in the middle of the field, wondering if the party really is over. She wishes that is isn't, it was so much fun! She lifts her thermos of coffee "Happy Birthday, Barrow-Downs," she toasts, and takes a sip. she sits down, waiting to see if something will happen...

[Ithaeliel]

Ithaeliel is feeling better, but decides the party is much too dangerous a place for her. "I'm leaving now," she says to everyone. "Goodbye!" And she mounts her steed Elentari and rides away faster than you can say barrow-wight.

Namarië! I'll see you all later!

[Nevfeniel]

Legolas mistakenly sticks his head out of the tent. One of the fangirls sees him, and alerts the others. Legolas is forced to run for his life in the other direction.
"Jump in that tree! Fangirls can't climb trees!" Nev shouts. Legolas runs up the nearest tree.
"Oops, um, nevermind. . ." Nev says, as the fangirls scramble up the tree. Legolas jumps to another tree, shooting Nevfeniel a dirty look.

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel runs up to Laiedheliel. "hey! you're still here!" she takes out the coffee "would you fancy some coffee?" she asks, as she turns and sees Legolas and the girls scrambling up into a tree "curiouser and curiouser.." she thinks...

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[Samwise]

Primrose: *Surveying the scene* Oh, please...
*Removes an arrow from her quiver, aims, and shoots. The arrow hits the tree just above one of the fangirls' hands reaching for Legolas* "Back off!" the little hobbit shouts, aiming another arrow.

[Rose Cotton]

ROSE RUNS OUT OF THE BARROW WRIGHT'S TENT.

"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE PARTY CAN'T BE OVER.
COME ON PEOPLE! WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

Rose gets an idea.
She reaches for one of her remaining pies and chucks it.

It lands square in Frodo's face.


FOOD FIGHT!


The remaining partiers join in and start flinging food.

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel watches an arrow fly through the air towards the fan-girl tree. She closes her eyes: she doesn't want to see a fan-girl speared on the end of an arrow. She opens her eyes, relieved to see that it just hit the tree (Galadriel doesn't like blood, you see), though she is rather sorry for the poor tree...
She looks to where the arrow came from and is amazed to see a tiny hobbit with a bow. "wow," she thinks, "that's one sharp-shootin' little hobbit.."

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[Galadrie1]

Hearing the call of "food fight", Galadriel grabs the nearest plate full of lembas and hurls it at Rose "gotcha!" she screams! "good thing my dress is stain-repellant.." she thinks, then curses herself for posting twice in a row. (sorry! i know, it's annoying!)

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