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I'm afraid to say that Elrond's Council looks to be an altogether more formal and stuffy place than Aragorn's court. When I first arrived here I doffed my smoking jacket and was looking forward to lounging around in my underwear with a can of beer, just like in the good old days when it was just davem, SpM and I in Aragorn's Court.
But alas, Elrond came out and offered me sherry which he then poured into an elegant-yet-disappointingly-little crystal glass, and then Arwen showed up so I had to keep my pants on, and when I asked for some pipeweed I was told that Bilbo was all out and had given it up anyway as he is getting on in years. . .
I can't wait for Lalwende and Bethberry to get here so the party can really get started. . .hmmm. . .
*Fordim scurries off, then returns*
Nope, drat it -- have to spread some more rep around before they can get any more from me.
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Scribbling scrabbling.
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