[Mithadan]

Child of the 7th Age's post

Cami glanced up from her work and audibly sighed. She saw Mithadan fiddling yet again with his microphone as it gave off another high pitched squeal, causing everyone to grimace and plug their ears. She could never understand why the Big Folk were so enamored of their infernally complicated machines. Machines to play music, machines to wake up people who would be better off sleeping, even machines to carry Men from place to place, so they couldn't enjoy a civilized stroll. Cami swore Men spent more time with machines than they did with each other. She gave Mithadan a lingering look of pity and then went on with her list of of chores, checking them off one at a time.

As was often the case for such gatherings, her own people had been assigned the less desirable tasks. Hobbits scurried everywhere emptying trash barrels and disposing of other objects that the Big Folk no longer needed. Ever since the Ring quest, they'd been particularly in demand for services of that type. Mithadan had also given Cami the unenviable job of coming up with some menu alternatives for the Orcs and Balrogs, who were expected to attend in considerable numbers. Despite her best efforts, even Bethberry had failed to secure suitable provisions for either group from Bucklebury's Takeaway or The Prancing Vegetarian. As Cami caught sight of the large, unsightly Wargs who had accompanied Piosenniel to the party, she wondered if either of them could be persuaded to do a bit of hunting on the side to come up with something that Orcs might find palatable.

A flash of color caught Cami's eye, as she gazed out the window. The smoke and haze from the earlier explosion had finally lifted. Several friends from the Shire were still outside protesting Maril's most recent fiasco. But who was that behind them? The hobbit gasped in disbelief. No one, not even the Admins with all their wisdom, had anticipated anything like this.

Cami scurried over to Piosenniel, being careful to step around the slavering Wargs, and tugged insistently at the Elf's sleeve, "Please, come. One of us must warn Mithadan." She looked up beseechingly and pointed to a distant bevy of fair maidens who were striding onward atop high-spirited stallions. Each maid carried a long pointed spear in her right hand and a prominent sign in her left. The signs boldly proclaimed "Mithadan Unfair to Shield-Maidens," "Daughters of Rohan Unite," and "We Demand a Fair Share of RPGs." Cami gulped nervously and met Pio's eyes, wondering what their friends in the Green Dragon would think.