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

Feanor of the Peredhil · 05-04-2005, 01:24 PM

"I must leave?" Fea whimpered as she returned for the final time. "But... but... this was so much fun..." She looked over to the phantom, wondering if he could once again read her mind.

"Yes," he said to seemingly no-one in particular. The last few ghouls looked around, wondering to whom this simple word was directed.

Ah well, in that case... the phantom is a weeny head and um... hey, I should really be doing stuff right now... oops... wrong dimension... and um... wow! I just got another compliment on how nicely I clean up! wait... yeah, so the phantom is a doofus.

He laughed helplessly as Fea's scattered thoughts reached his "ears". Do you always think like that? he laughed.

I... well... yeah. I tried to concentrate on one thing at a time, but there are so many things happening at any given time... like Trent just tapped his foot next to me... and it breaks my concentration. That's why sometimes my posts are really scatterbrained.

"Ah, well, m'boy, I suppose we ought to make our way to the door, but what, oh what, is there to be done about that beautifully large trunk? 'Tis your call... but it's sadly getting near time to leave..."

the phantom · 05-04-2005, 04:59 PM

"Yes, yes- what should we do with my final gift. BW isn't around... I suppose I'll have one of his servants take it and leave it someplace he'll be sure to find it."

"But what is it?" asked Fea.

"Coupons."

"Coupons? And here I figured you'd saved your best for last."

"I did. The coupons can be redeemed at any Phantom Construction Inc location. He'll probably work with the office in Bree. The coupons entitle him to a free furniture move as well as an entirely free newly constructed home of any kind- castle, house, or barrow (what he'll probably pick). He merely designs the home, picks the location, and my people will take care of the rest at no charge."

"Aww, that's very nice of you," said Fea, "but my gifts had better be just as good!"

The Phantom winked. "See you at my castle in two weeks. Bring some old grungy clothes- I thought we might do a spot of orc hunting in the mountains if the weather is decent."

Before Fea could respond, The Phantom melted back into the shadows of a poorly lit corner of the barrow.

THE Ka · 05-04-2005, 05:43 PM

Ka watched as everyone began to leave. It wasn't a good idea to play "i'm actually part of the decore, you see... ', in the BarrowWight's home, since she would soon be discovered, or would be confronted with new owners as the Wight moved away. Quietly getting up, ka glanced around to find only a few stragglers left. It would be time to leave now, she had to prepare for the arrival of Queen Melora of The Fantastic Celloness and her Rasputinanites. What fun it would be in less than five days!

The room, now quiet and guilty with some clutter was bare and empty except for that of BW's plentiful gift table, where Ka viewed her presentation of a top hat being fitted by the Wight. They seemed to have liked it. She waved at the Wight in recognition, who after being viewed admiring itself in the mirror quickly removed it and gave her a smile and a glance of, 'Leave now before I turn you into a feather for this authorative headpiece...' She could just laugh at the incident.

Giving a slight wave in farewell, Ka left the barrow and into the mists for other haunts in her more favored hill in Eryn Vorn...

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...

05-04-2005, 04:59 PM	#2
the phantom Beloved Shadow Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: The Stadium Posts: 5,971	"Yes, yes- what should we do with my final gift. BW isn't around... I suppose I'll have one of his servants take it and leave it someplace he'll be sure to find it." "But what is it?" asked Fea. "Coupons." "Coupons? And here I figured you'd saved your best for last." "I did. The coupons can be redeemed at any Phantom Construction Inc location. He'll probably work with the office in Bree. The coupons entitle him to a free furniture move as well as an entirely free newly constructed home of any kind- castle, house, or barrow (what he'll probably pick). He merely designs the home, picks the location, and my people will take care of the rest at no charge." "Aww, that's very nice of you," said Fea, "but my gifts had better be just as good!" The Phantom winked. "See you at my castle in two weeks. Bring some old grungy clothes- I thought we might do a spot of orc hunting in the mountains if the weather is decent." Before Fea could respond, The Phantom melted back into the shadows of a poorly lit corner of the barrow. __________________ the phantom has posted. This thread is now important.

05-04-2005, 05:43 PM	#3
THE Ka Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: As with the flygja Posts: 1,403	Ka watched as everyone began to leave. It wasn't a good idea to play "i'm actually part of the decore, you see... ', in the BarrowWight's home, since she would soon be discovered, or would be confronted with new owners as the Wight moved away. Quietly getting up, ka glanced around to find only a few stragglers left. It would be time to leave now, she had to prepare for the arrival of Queen Melora of The Fantastic Celloness and her Rasputinanites. What fun it would be in less than five days! The room, now quiet and guilty with some clutter was bare and empty except for that of BW's plentiful gift table, where Ka viewed her presentation of a top hat being fitted by the Wight. They seemed to have liked it. She waved at the Wight in recognition, who after being viewed admiring itself in the mirror quickly removed it and gave her a smile and a glance of, 'Leave now before I turn you into a feather for this authorative headpiece...' She could just laugh at the incident. Giving a slight wave in farewell, Ka left the barrow and into the mists for other haunts in her more favored hill in Eryn Vorn... __________________ Vinur, vinur skilur tú meg? Veitst tú ongan loyniveg? Hevur tú reikað líka sum eg, í endaleysu tokuni?

05-04-2005, 01:24 PM	#1
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	"I must leave?" Fea whimpered as she returned for the final time. "But... but... this was so much fun..." She looked over to the phantom, wondering if he could once again read her mind. "Yes," he said to seemingly no-one in particular. The last few ghouls looked around, wondering to whom this simple word was directed. Ah well, in that case... the phantom is a weeny head and um... hey, I should really be doing stuff right now... oops... wrong dimension... and um... wow! I just got another compliment on how nicely I clean up! wait... yeah, so the phantom is a doofus. He laughed helplessly as Fea's scattered thoughts reached his "ears". Do you always think like that? he laughed. I... well... yeah. I tried to concentrate on one thing at a time, but there are so many things happening at any given time... like Trent just tapped his foot next to me... and it breaks my concentration. That's why sometimes my posts are really scatterbrained. "Ah, well, m'boy, I suppose we ought to make our way to the door, but what, oh what, is there to be done about that beautifully large trunk? 'Tis your call... but it's sadly getting near time to leave..."

05-04-2005, 05:59 PM	#4
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	#5
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...