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Gandalf_theGrey · 10-13-2002, 06:15 PM

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mark12_30:

Ah, you've come back bearing brown sugar for the squash I see. Many thanks, my friend. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]

Which tree for our flet do you mean, exactly? We have our pick among maple, aspen, willow, ash, elm, oak ... In any case, a rectangular plan will do nicely. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] As for the mulled cider, it's brewing up nicely, simmering away, ... why it's ready now.

* The wizard thinks quietly to himself, back to how a certain wraith made off with an entire batch of cider from this very cauldron the last time, then drop-kicked the cauldron so that it dashed against jagged rocks and acquired its dents. No need to mention the incident however. For the cauldron has been meanwhile thoroughly cleaned, made fair once more, and can be counted on to be free from any taint of Morgul poison. An Elf who'd come to Gandalf's assistance that other night could vouch for the safety of the cauldron and its contents. *

Raefindel:

Well met ... and a merrier occasion now that our paths have crossed. * bows a friendly greeting * [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] Long I've observed you, admiring your eloquence and wisdom from afar. Congratulations on your celebration of 18 years of marriage to Sir Graycloak.

You're quite welcome to share in this small harvest feast along with mark12_30, Birdland, and any others of the Three Kindreds (Elves, Dwarves, and Men) who wish to join us, as well as other allies thereof who be creatures of goodwill.

* stops to wrinkle his nose at Birdie's fallen marshmallow, then continues *

So kind of you to prepare the marshmallows, Raefindel! As for schematics, the Dwarves from whom I obtained the wood provided none. They rather laughed with mirth when told of the lumber's intended use, at the curious (to them) thought of cutting down trees only to lift them back up into the air again as Elves are wont to do. But no matter, we'll manage.

* Meanwhile, the orange warmth of the fire glows comfortingly. The blaze stands firm against the stiff chill breeze that's blown up around it, as people pull cloaks a bit more tightly around shoulders and seek to warm their hands, the better to wield hammer, nail, cider mug, and marshmallow stick. *

[ October 13, 2002: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]

10-13-2002, 06:15 PM	#27
Gandalf_theGrey Visionary Spirit Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 633	Post Two of Two mark12_30: Ah, you've come back bearing brown sugar for the squash I see. Many thanks, my friend. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] Which tree for our flet do you mean, exactly? We have our pick among maple, aspen, willow, ash, elm, oak ... In any case, a rectangular plan will do nicely. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] As for the mulled cider, it's brewing up nicely, simmering away, ... why it's ready now. * The wizard thinks quietly to himself, back to how a certain wraith made off with an entire batch of cider from this very cauldron the last time, then drop-kicked the cauldron so that it dashed against jagged rocks and acquired its dents. No need to mention the incident however. For the cauldron has been meanwhile thoroughly cleaned, made fair once more, and can be counted on to be free from any taint of Morgul poison. An Elf who'd come to Gandalf's assistance that other night could vouch for the safety of the cauldron and its contents. * Raefindel: Well met ... and a merrier occasion now that our paths have crossed. * bows a friendly greeting * [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] Long I've observed you, admiring your eloquence and wisdom from afar. Congratulations on your celebration of 18 years of marriage to Sir Graycloak. You're quite welcome to share in this small harvest feast along with mark12_30, Birdland, and any others of the Three Kindreds (Elves, Dwarves, and Men) who wish to join us, as well as other allies thereof who be creatures of goodwill. * stops to wrinkle his nose at Birdie's fallen marshmallow, then continues * So kind of you to prepare the marshmallows, Raefindel! As for schematics, the Dwarves from whom I obtained the wood provided none. They rather laughed with mirth when told of the lumber's intended use, at the curious (to them) thought of cutting down trees only to lift them back up into the air again as Elves are wont to do. But no matter, we'll manage. * Meanwhile, the orange warmth of the fire glows comfortingly. The blaze stands firm against the stiff chill breeze that's blown up around it, as people pull cloaks a bit more tightly around shoulders and seek to warm their hands, the better to wield hammer, nail, cider mug, and marshmallow stick. * [ October 13, 2002: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]