A Downer Dinner Party

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Lindo, you left yourself and Vairë out!

Wrong Lindo, wise guy.

Oh.

~*~

NightKnight: Our resident Swede, with good sense of humor... here's to hoping he'll return.
. . .
The Perky Ent: Again, hoping this Bregalad-ish fellow would peek in now and then. (Lindo)

I agree. I hope those two would be back permanently in the Quiz Room.

Although, Bruce MacCulloch does peek every now and then.

~*~

Being an avid fan of asocialism, I am not trained in the art of Hosting Parties. But after receiving a string of invitations (Thank you very much, Fea, Sophia, and Lindo! ), I felt it my duty to reciprocate. Problem is, I have made so much acquaintances in so many areas of the Downs that it would be hard to find just ten people.

I guess I’ll have to do it thematically.

But I can’t post now. I still have to make my guest lists. Plus find caterers. Food is always the diadem of my party.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Honored guests, I welcome you, to movie night. The meal, if it can truly be called that, is popcorn, Ben and Jerry's, and soda. And Fea's [in]famous pizza dip (made with cream cheese, chile sauce, peppers, onions, pepperoni, and cheese). The movie shall be [the cartoon version of] The Return of the King, and the featured guests shall be:

Samwise Gamgee, to explain to us what he was really doing behind that bush. "I was just digging for taters, Gandalf, sir... not droppin' no eaves."

Elrond Peredhil, to explain the existence of his beard and halo. "Artistic license goes such a long way."

That Gondorian Minstrel for live performance of each song, followed by an emergency binding, gagging, and stuffing in a sound-proofed room.

Myself, of course.

And to finish it off, Encaitare and Child of the Seventh Age, both of whom are recorded as having not liked the movie whatsoever. Mwahahaha. *evil smilie*.

Finishing off the night's activities will be a non-ceremonial burning of all traces of that film. *shudder*.

Fea [wanders away singing "where there's a whip [crack] there's a way."]

[Hookbill the Goomba]

Here's my attempt. Sorry if it's a but rubbish.

Myself: of course.

The Barrow Wight: got to keep the landlord happy.

Gaffer Gamgee: To bring his amusing analogies and sayings.

The Saucepan man: Who knows? You may need a saucepan! (no offence Saucepan)

Morsul the Dark: Why not? You need someone Dark at a party!

Bilbo Baggins: We all need some good story telling.

Aragorn: So we have royalty on the guest list.

Seating plan:

The Gaffer and Bilbo sat across from each other, to share Hobbit talk.
Mr Wight at the head of the Table (keep the land lord happy, still)
Saucepan across from Morsul so they can throw things at each other for everyone's amusement.
Aragorn at the other head of the table. (hay, he's a King!)
Me, in the corner, the board looking one.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Ah, but aren't these parties difficult to organize? I considered a White Horse Inn party, but as my character is currently unconscious, that's just out of the question. I've already had a formal party, a movie party, as well as a few random parties, so now, I've decided to replicate the parties I throw most often: completely informal and involving cookies.

The location: the creek-side corner of the field beyond my home. I would invite you all in, of course, but my puppy is rather anti-social. And big. And so I invite you all to bring your bathing suits and sunblock, because we will be outdoors in the sun.

The hostess of the party, me, is most likely to be found sitting on the small gravel "island" mid-creek, with her feet dangling in the water. Eating cookies and drinking lemonade, I will no doubt be carrying on conversation with the phantom, because as Eddy once said, where one of us is, the other soon follows, just to see what new entertainment shall arise. Down the creek a little ways, informing us to "Hush! You're scaring the fish!" are The Saucepan Man and Gollum. Reclining against the grassy bank, Saucie is lazily smokes a pipe and occasionally sips his iced tea. Gollum stands mid-creek, slathered in SPF 100 sunblock and wearing aviators, arched uncomfortably over the water, trying madly not to cast his shadow over the nervous fishes. Sitting daintily on a blanket on the field's edge is Arwen, a large floppy (but that's not to say unlovely) hat casting shadow over her delicate skin. She carries on a quiet (but that's not to say unwelcoming) conversation with Goldberry, who is sitting comfortably amongst the reeds on the water's edge.

After a few lazy hours of fishing and relaxing, the meal will consist of the few fish that Saucie spirited away from Gollum, nicely seared over the small fire that we, against all odds, managed to light on the neat little island that has been my perch most of the afternoon. Seasoned with wild herbs, the fish turns out most excellent, dispite the hostess's dislike for seafood. The phantom, witty as ever, reminds the hostess that the fish was caught in a creek, not a sea. Complementing the simple meal are plump summer berries, found just off the edge of the trail. Unhurried conversation presides over the meal.

Discussion includes Goldberry's origin, the weather (and what to do about it on rainy days), Korprat-loyers, geography, underground reservoirs, and needle-work.

Fea

[narfforc]

Well thanks a lot, remind me never to invite you lot to my Maggoty Bread Feast.

[the phantom]

I believe I was supposed to host this little party last June, but a busy summer drove it from my mind. My apologies to the guest of honor...

...Feanor of the Peredhil!

This dinner party is to congratulate her for getting through high school without going insane and to wish her luck as she begins her quest for a degree.

Fea is the guest of honor, so she will, of course, occupy the space at the head of the table, and also determine what food will be served. I have hired an army of chefs and they are prepared to make anything from cheeseburgers, to sushi, to ice cream (or even Ray-min- oops, I mean Rah-men noodles ).

Since she is an artist, I thought it would be appropriate to invite one of Middle-Earth's greatest craftsmen- Celebrimbor. He will be seated to her left.

The person I have selected to sit to her right is none other than the greatest craftsman ever to live, her namesake- Feanor!

I'm sure her conversations with Feanor and his grandson will help lift her artistry to a new level.

Next to Celebrimbor will be Fordim. Indiana Jones is one of Fea's biggest heroes, and as everyone knows, Fordim is in truth Indiana Jones.

Encaitare will be seated across from him. I'm sure Fea would want her fellow New Yorker and long lost sister near her end of the table.

But who else should I invite? Well, perhaps first I should ask, what sort of fun are we going to have at the party?

Well, a group of people + Fea + the phantom = a game of WEREWOLF!!!

So, following that line of thinking, it seems appropriate to invite Draugluin and Carcharoth, who, I am told, make excellent wolves.

Aragorn would be invited (in case we need a ranger) and also, Malbeth, who is particularly effective when he happens to get the role of "seer".

To fill out the table, I invited a couple of my (and Fea's) favorite Barrow-Downs Werewolf players, SPM and Eomer.

Ah yes- it will be a grand party.

(good luck this year, Fea, I know you'll have fun- just try and keep up with your work at the same time , and if anyone gives you trouble just tell them you're friends with the phantom)

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

I should like to throw a dinner party!

The party would probably be set in the Laurelin Hall of Tirion, as no lesser chamber would do. So I would have to get special permission from the Valar to allow my mortal guests to stay in the Blessed Realm for a day.

With that done, it’s time to send out invitations. But I forgot! Finrod and Amarië are currently on the shores of the Outer Sea! Who would come?

Of course, your host, Nilpaurion Felagund, would be there, sitting at the head of the table.

On my left side would be Lhunardawen, my sister. She would be putting eyeliner on her brother, my cousin, and a good family friend, Eomer of the Rohirrim.

Across from them would be seated the dear Princess Kath, discussing Quenya with the guy who be short, a recently-crowned Prince--ooh, what a coincidence!

Beside them would be seated NightKnight, who has recently returned to the barrows cold. He would be merrily trading Middle-earth questions with Firefoot, a fellow Quizzer, who would be seated from across him. Two sharp minds in one place—I’ll never be able to get a thread now.

Suddenly the entire table bursts into laughter, because Oddwen had told one of her crazy stories about hamsters in Rivendell—or was it rabbits? Enedwaith across from her would be Meneltarmacil, a fellow New Movie Script writer, who couldn’t wait for gift-giving time, probably because he has a two-ton rock or some other hurtful thing inside that box. Just try!

Seated at the end of the table would be my grandfather Finarfin, because we would need a figure of authority to keep this party from turning into something that would wake up the sleeping neighbours. Besides he owes me a lot of presents.

Repast would be a fusion of the Elvish and the Hobbitish, to satisfy both the sublime and the ravenous. Limpë and lembas—grandma Eärwen has this very good recipe for chocolate-flavoured ones--, mushroom and bacon, and lots and lots of fruits and cheeses.