**Birthday Party in the Barrow** (May, 2005) - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Feanor of the Peredhil · 05-04-2005, 05:59 PM

Hm... two weeks... thought Fea as she made her way around the nearly empty barrow retrieving her lost items. Well... she thought, picking up a stuffed rabbit, this weekend I'm seeing a show, and next weekend I'm hosting a picnic, and then there is the art show with a large corner devoted solely to me... she smiled. I only wish I could mat the caracal... now that's one nice drawing. What, oh what, am I doing in two weeks time? Field trip for science... um... Things are just all adding up. I'm so busy this time of year. she thought. I wish he hadn't planned for mid-May... it's just so dratted inconvenient. He had certainly better post his plans in the Downer Dinner Party thread...

Retrieving her large and mostly unobtrusive bag, she looked inside, pulling out a tidily wrapped item about the size and weight of a small child. She smiled as she read the label:

To your own party, you sadly were late,

But as your guest, be sure I won't hate

You, and as for your gift, I simply must say

That the best gift of all to come all this way

Is brand-spanking-new life sized, and talking,

Singing and dancing and through-Mordor stalking,

(including feet with traditional shag):

A life sized and cool hobbit punching bag!

Fea hoped with all sincerity that this modest gift would appeal to her respected leader. After all, she thought... he never did get a chance to beat up those thieving little halflings, and what with that brand new hand that the phantom bought him, he should be quite capable of pounding this new toy into the ground.

With a final laugh and look around at the dreadfully dank and dark (and spookily empty) room, Fea remembered that she was supposed to be doing her English homework and while touching a careful finger to her nose to see if it was still bleeding from her own utter stupidity, she gracefully floated away into the night.

Estelyn Telcontar · 05-05-2005, 02:28 AM

Estelyn put on an apron and donned a scarf; cleaning the barrow would take some hard work, but she didn't mind. She hummed the tunes of several songs that guests had sung and was happy that a number of them had written theirs in the Guest Book. She wrapped it carefully in order to bring it to its final destination in the Mirth barrow before wiping the tables and sweeping the floor.

The Barrow-Wight woke up after a hard day's night of attempting to be in at least two places simultaneously. Waving at his helper, he faded into the morning mists, in search of a new and better hobbit trap - umm, barrow. Estelyn opened the door wide to let in the sunlight that now shone brightly on the Downs. How appropriate! she thought. It was a fine day for sending the party memories westwards, to Elvenhome.

Finally she blew out the last flickering candle, closed the barrow door, and walked home. "Well, I'm back!" she thought, rather unoriginally...

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05-04-2005, 05:59 PM	#1
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	Hm... two weeks... thought Fea as she made her way around the nearly empty barrow retrieving her lost items. Well... she thought, picking up a stuffed rabbit, this weekend I'm seeing a show, and next weekend I'm hosting a picnic, and then there is the art show with a large corner devoted solely to me... she smiled. I only wish I could mat the caracal... now that's one nice drawing. What, oh what, am I doing in two weeks time? Field trip for science... um... Things are just all adding up. I'm so busy this time of year. she thought. I wish he hadn't planned for mid-May... it's just so dratted inconvenient. He had certainly better post his plans in the Downer Dinner Party thread... Retrieving her large and mostly unobtrusive bag, she looked inside, pulling out a tidily wrapped item about the size and weight of a small child. She smiled as she read the label: To your own party, you sadly were late, But as your guest, be sure I won't hate You, and as for your gift, I simply must say That the best gift of all to come all this way Is brand-spanking-new life sized, and talking, Singing and dancing and through-Mordor stalking, (including feet with traditional shag): A life sized and cool hobbit punching bag! Fea hoped with all sincerity that this modest gift would appeal to her respected leader. After all, she thought... he never did get a chance to beat up those thieving little halflings, and what with that brand new hand that the phantom bought him, he should be quite capable of pounding this new toy into the ground. With a final laugh and look around at the dreadfully dank and dark (and spookily empty) room, Fea remembered that she was supposed to be doing her English homework and while touching a careful finger to her nose to see if it was still bleeding from her own utter stupidity, she gracefully floated away into the night.

05-05-2005, 02:28 AM	#2
Estelyn Telcontar Princess of Skwerlz Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: where the Sea is eastwards (WtR: 6060 miles) Posts: 7,500	Estelyn put on an apron and donned a scarf; cleaning the barrow would take some hard work, but she didn't mind. She hummed the tunes of several songs that guests had sung and was happy that a number of them had written theirs in the Guest Book. She wrapped it carefully in order to bring it to its final destination in the Mirth barrow before wiping the tables and sweeping the floor. The Barrow-Wight woke up after a hard day's night of attempting to be in at least two places simultaneously. Waving at his helper, he faded into the morning mists, in search of a new and better hobbit trap - umm, barrow. Estelyn opened the door wide to let in the sunlight that now shone brightly on the Downs. How appropriate! she thought. It was a fine day for sending the party memories westwards, to Elvenhome. Finally she blew out the last flickering candle, closed the barrow door, and walked home. "Well, I'm back!" she thought, rather unoriginally...