Barrow-Downs Birthday Party at the Fields of Cormallen

[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel glides back in with her husband Legolas. She takes a bottle of miruvor to keep with her, for she feels there will be far more drinking going on, and she fears she will not get the chance to get her own. Not thinking clearly, she breaks back into Elvish:

Ya merna salk? Amin! (Who wants to dance? Me!

She dances in the middle of the field. She stops to see if anyone else is here...?

[VanimaEdhel]

No one is on, and Menelduliniel must leave, so she takes her bottle and her husband and goes back to her lake again! Until tomorrow!

[Losthuniel]

celeaewen shook her head to clear it, and returned to earth not a second too soon. a huge green crystal paperwieght came hurdling out of the sky and nearly took our poor minstrel's head off. she was fuming.
mithidan was going to hear this. and why did anyone need a REG to cause chaos when she was here? she set off to find mithidan when she realized that her surroundings had changed. Galadriel was nowhere to be seen, the pink rabbit was sitting on a tree apperently tring to devour it.'must have fallen asleep' she muttered. celeaewn wandered around tring to find Mithidan and give him what for. perhaps fortunatly for him a rumor reached her that Piosenniel, Birdland, and C7A had commited administrator-cide and that birdland had pulled an arwen. celeaewn snorted. " oh how nice of them! they didnt even tell me! hmph!"she decided that since noone was going to help, she might as well go disable the REG, she was going to have to do it herself, b4 another paperwieght decided to go and crush a hobbit. but first of course, there were tools. the light bulb went off. galadriels dress!! celeaewen heard that Galadriel was in the bar, so she hurried over, procured pliers, hammer and screwdriver, and hurried to find the REG. she asked a passing hobbit for directions "where's the random event generator?" the hobbit pointed behind her. there was a big neon green sign reading "RANDOM EVENT GENERATOR THIS WAY" and a arrow to the left. she thanked the hobbit, and hurried off, but not before she heard the hobbit remark on the amazingly low IQ of drunk elves. Celeaewen made a mental note to drop paint on the hobbit, and rushed off to find the REG. it was hidden behind a rock, by the treeline. wen she finally arrived Celeaewen was nonplussd (ooc: is that the right word?) THIS was IT? it was a little black box with four buttons. Celeaewen set to work. she turned it over, took the lid off, and began to mess with the wires. a pretty green wire caught her eye. she reached for it"i wonder wat this does?" she grabbed the wire and ZAP! an electircal shock. she grinned dazedly, hair slightly on end
" ooohhhh! its electtrical...."

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel wakes up. She looks around "huh? was someone calling my name a couple hours ago?" Shaking her head, she wanders around the field. "Is anyone left at this party?" she thinks. she's dissapointed by the fact that it may be over, she was hoping to get it to at least 10 pages long...
Sadly, she pulls out a bottle of wine from the Mystery pocket, and begins to spin, waiting for someone to show up...

[Losthuniel]

minature lighting flashes are coming from behind the rock where Celeaewen was tampering with the REG. Celeaewen, sensibly, decides that REGs are not to be tampered with, and settles for giving herself electrical shocks with the green wire. the novelty soon wore off, and a very fried looking elf staggered from behinf a rock. the party grounds appear emptey, and she is extermly dssapointed in her fellow barrow-downers. not even four days! pathetic. She decieded that the fried look was not the most flattering and went to the river a ways back from the treeline to clean up.

[Laiedheliel]

Laie wakes up under the fragrant apple tree she had dozed off under. "What a strange dream! I wonder what everyone else is up to." She walks off and comes upon a spinning Gala with a new bottle of wine in her hand. "Hey, I thought you gave up on the wine for coffee!" she exclaimed, falling into place spinning next to her.

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel grins at Laie "oh, i missed you! we must get this party up to 10 pages before i'm happy! oh, and i decided that wine is much more fun." She takes a drink, grabs Laie's hands, and spins Titanic style!

[Laiedheliel]

"Ten pages, here we come! Woo hoo! But I'm sticking to the 'safe' Dr. Pepper! Hurrah for ten pages!" Laie cried, laughing and spinning and grinning.

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel screams "TEN PAGES!!!!!" and spins even faster. She lets go of one of Laie's hands to grab some wine from the Mystery pocket and take a couple gulps..

[Laiedheliel]

Laie throws her head back and laughs, and once Gala finishes gulping her wine, Laie slurps some Dr. Pepper from the can. Caffine without alcohol...yummy...
"Ten Pages!" she cries, and Gala and Laie spin even faster yet...

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel keep spinning. She thinks that she and Laie should think of something mor interesting to do to get to the ten pages, but she can't think of anything, so she keep screamin', drinkin', and spinnin'!!!

[Laiedheliel]

Laie noticed that her last post was her 105th post, and giggles. "I missed my 100th post!" she screamed, kicking herself. "Oh, well, I've had 106 posts! Yay for me, and Happy 2nd Barrow Wight," she shouted, spinning and raising her can of Dr. Pepper.

Laie agrees with Gala, they should find something more interesting to do to get to 10 pages. But since neither Gala or Laie had any ideas, Laie just kept spinning and sipping along with Gala...

[ May 22, 2002: Message edited by: Laiedheliel ]

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel screams "OH NO!!! I missed my 100th too!!!! o well, it was somewhere here in the party, so it was well spent!" She raises her wine bottle and toasts with Laie "HAPPY BIRTHDAY BARROW-DOWNS!!! I LOVE YOU! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] "

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel looks at Laie seriously "Laie, we have to get to page ten quickly, i hear my dreams calling me... that's why i'm posting twice in a row, to try and get there soon...."

[Laiedheliel]

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm a wight!" Laie throws the can over her shoulder and grabs a bottle of mirovur from a table as they spun past. "Who worries about getting drunk once you're a wight? Woo Hoo! I'm a wight!" Laie does the happy *I'm a Wight* dance while spinning. It was quite entertaining to watch...

[Laiedheliel]

"Yeah, I don't know if we'll make it tonight..." Laie frowns as much as possible while spinning and doing the happy *I'm a Wight* dance. "I posted twice too, and this nagging voice that I recognize out of a dream I had earlier is screaming at me. Do you think it was the wine?"

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel spins faster "HEY! i'm a wight too!!!!!! WAHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"

(btw, laie, awesome picture!!)

[Galadrie1]

Galadriel screams "PAGE TEN!!!!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She stuffs her wine back in the mystery pocket, hugs laie, and starts walking off into the night "Buh-bye laie, i shan't be back to the party (unless i see something really exciting happening). Can i add you to my buddy-list? i'm going to, anyway, so naa naa!" She sticks her tongue out, turns around, and is gone..

[Laiedheliel]

"TEN PAGES! GALA, WE DID IT! WE MADE IT TO TEN PAGES! WOO HOO!" Laie screamed, slamming down the rest of her mirovur and spinning even faster! That nasty little voice called even harder.

*Thanks, Gala. It took forever to get it up. Thanx to Arlad if she reads this; she was the main reason it got up in the first place...*

[Laiedheliel]

Once Galadriel left, Laie figured there was nothing left for her to do at the party, so she found a can of Sierra Mist, raised it high in a final toast to the BW and the BD fourms, and disapeared into the woods on the far side of the field.

[Birdland]

C.7.A. is sitting in a corner, elven cloak clutched to her cheek, rocking back and forth.

"no way out...no way out...we've kidnapped Mithadan and sent him down the river...no way out...no way out..."

It's cool, it's cool, Child", mutters Birdie, "All we have to do now is write the note to the Bee-Dubya, and he'll shell out a fortune to get the REG back...and maybe a view bucks extra for Mithadan...but definitely a fortune for the REG."

Birdland shakes the keychain palantir and intones "Will we be successful in our endeavor?" She turns the milky orb over and reveals the answer: "Outlook not so good."

"No way out...no way out..."

"Get ahold of yourself, Child. You're hysterical!" screams Piosenniel, and she dashes a glass of miruvor in her face.

Sharon draws a deep breath, "OK, now I'm in pain...I'm wet...AND I'M STILL HYSTERICAL! (O.T. - Guess what movie C.7.A is quoting from, and win a prize!)

"So what did we get, Pio?" ask Birdie with a avaricious gleam in her eye.

"Let's see: cell phone, beeper, PDA, (no wonder his spelling is so bad,) a business card for 1-900-ELF-TALK, some silver pennies, badly tarnished..."

"The REG! The REG!" screams Birdie, "Where's the REG!!!"

Piosenniel looks up from the swag bag, her face suddenly ashen. "It's not here!"

********

Losthuniel crouches over the REG, and pulls loose a random wire, giving herself a shock. Hmmmmm, it's electrical.."

A sudden weight smote her, and she crashed forward. Then she knew what had happened, for above her as she lay she heard a hated voice.

"Wicked Elfffsss!" it hissed. "Wicked Elfffss cheats us; cheats Birdie! She mussstn't hurt the Preciousss REG. Give it to Birdie, yess, give it to us! Give it to uss!"

[ May 23, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]

[Samwise]

Primrose: PAPA! PAPA!!!!

Sam: *Finally reaching her by the bank of the Anduin* Tiny Rose--WHAT are you screaming about??

Prim: THAT!! *Points to an oddly-rigged trio of barrels floating down the river*

Sam: *Tilts his head* Eh?

Pimrose: PAPA--Mister Mithidan's in there!!!

Sam: *Scratches his head* What in the world are you talking about, child?

Primrose: *Jumping up and down, frantic* Papa, I heard voices, they were talking about how he'd be okay in there 'cause he's a spirit an' that someone'd pick him up later, and-----"

Sam: *Shakes his head* Okay, Tiny Rose, okay...*He reaches for his "belt" which is actually a length of rope wound around his waist several times* Odd how I thought I'm needing this at a PARTY of all places, when I didn't even think to bring one on our BIG trip....

Primrose: HURRY, PAPA!!!!
*She jerks the rope out of his hands, ties one end to the shaft of an arrow, and shoots...

THUNK!

Primrose: *Dropping her bow and grabbing the rope* PULL, PAPA, PULL!

Sam: I'm PULLING, Tiny Rose, I'm PULLING!! *He slides forward* Oh, dear....

[Thinhyandoiel]

Her garbage bag mysteriously gone, Thinhyandoiel blinks in wonderment. Then, she looks up and sees Mithadan on his laptop, a disapproving frown on his face. "Yeah, cleaning...at a party?!" She wonders aloud to herself. "Well, then again, it was getting kind of dead back there for a while, pardon the pun." She throws up her hands and wanders off to enjoy some lembas and wine, courtesy of the new food that Mithadan had just ordered in.
"Mmmmmmm...lembas." [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]

[Child of the 7th Age]

(Er, is this the Tolkien web site, or is it the one for Mutiny on the Bounty. I seem to be getting some things mixed up....)

Child seemed a bit distraught and quite ill, although she was attempting to conceal it. She groaned repeatedly and muttered: "It is gone forever, and now all is dark and empty." These words coming from her mouth sounded vaguely familiar to her mind, but she could not place their source.

Child dropped quietly out of all the festivities of the Party. Few people seemed to know or wanted to know about her deeds and adventures in this matter of Mithaden. Their attention was given to the more outgoing and articulate conspirators. C7A's eyes glazed over and focused on a distant point.

Birdland, seeing her enormous distress, came over to reassure Child that the missing REG would be found, and Mithadan would surely come to no harm.

Child turned fiercely on her. Missing REG? Mithadan? Do you think that is why I am this upset? (Sighs heavily.) It is my annotated copy of the Silm which I worked on so hard; it has taken me MONTHS to read that silly book. I could barely understand it. Now, you have locked up my only copy plus the notes in a barrel going nowhere. I can imagine what Mithadin will do when he discovers it!

She flounces away in apparent anger, then thinks better of it and turns to Birdland. By the way, you do know where that REG is, don't you? I mean a stray REG could be quite nasty. Birdland, why are you looking at me like that?

[ May 23, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

[Veritas]

Finally they got the REG, she still didn't know what it was. But suddenly:
"Give me my stuff Back!!!!" Mithadan was hole red of anger.
"O hell!" Pio wispers "Here, the REG, hide it." and she handels the REG softly over to Birdie, who puts it into her pocket.
"What's your problem, Mithadan? Lost something?" Veritas asks nice.
"YOU PUT ME IN A BARREL A STOLE MY STUFF!!!"
"Are you sure?" Birdie asks.
"Yes I'm sure!" and Mithadan begins to hussle C7A by her shoulders.
"Okay, it was a joke, here are your stuff." Pio gives him his bag with stuff.
"Hmm..." Mithadan searches in the bag to see if everything's there, and in a way, Gollum wouldn't do it better.
"Yet he's going to say; my precioussss."
"Where is my preciousss?"
"O god, I'm just dreaming." Veritas is back on Middle-Earth.
"Where is my REG!"
"Your REG?" Birdie sais, "We didn't see any REG."
"No, we haven't seen a REG." admits Child.
"You know, A lil while ago I was talking to a dwarf who was talking thate he could get one, but we didn't accept, of course." Revenche to the Rude Dwarf from Veritas.
"Where's that Dwarf!"
"He went that way, a half an hour ago, or so."
"Okay, thanks for the tip...O, no thanks for my capturing." And Mithadan disappears.

[piosenniel]

: [img]smilies/redface.gif[/img]oc -- breaks in continuity of story line are simply residual effects from the loose green wire in the stolen REG!::

piosenniel needed an Excedrin(R). The plan, such as it was had quickly unravelled after the depositing of Mithadan in the river. She didn't know how much longer she could do the max and louis scene from The Producers with C7A and still maintain her own sanity. Birdie had gone a bit over the edge herself when she found the REG missing and a wandering spirit hunched over it getting her party kicks from the sparks of the green wire. Birdie's eyes had taken on a frightening luminescence and she looked like a used up ringbearer ready to bite the head off an unsuspecting fish.

'Veritas!' said pio in complete exasperation, 'For Eru's sake, get that unit away from that girl before she randomly reorganizes her biology and we have to explain that to the mythos committee'. Veritas approached the entranced elf from the rear, amazed at the arc of green light pulsing from the REG to her fingertips. Touching her lightly on the neck with her staff, she knocked the elf over and into a dreamlike trance. The green wire from the REG continued to arc into the air like a spitting cobra.

Birdie, having ceased her manic hissing at the prospect of losing a sellable item, quickly threw pio's elven cape over the REG and scooped the unit into a large fishing net lying on the bank of the river.

C7A had by this time pulled herself somewhat together. "We really had better get out of here and find someplace safe. We need to decide how to trade the goods for cash.' With the words 'trade' and 'cash' she reached into her mailsack once again and pulled out a calculator. Dreams of enlarging piles of silver pennies put a certain resolve in her outlook, and she marched briskly ahead of the others.

'What about little L, here?!' asked Veritas.

'Ah, load her in the cart. We'll take her near the party and leave her snugly asleep in the lower branches of one of the trees. She'll wake up when the sun hits her face and think she had too much of a good time.'

The trio marched off toward the main area of the party, deposited the sleeping elf, then turned toward the refuge they had agreed on.
A nice cave, not too far, and hidden -- Henneth Annun. From there they could send out the ransom notes for the REG.

pio rubbed her hands in anticipation of a little rest and good conversation in a safe place.

[ May 23, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[Child of the 7th Age]

Child grinned and turned to meet the sunrise. Yawn. She really had not gotten enough sleep. Nevertheless, she was feeling immeasurably better.

The nightmares of the preceding evening had receded. Things were not quite so bad as they had first seemed. She had strange memories from the midnight before of lying on the floor and howling incoherent words.

She feared she had had some sort of hallucination where Mithadan had lost his Palantir and personally blamed Child for its disappearance. Now she discovered that the Palantir had not been lost. It was there and, wonder of wonders, that incredibly ingenious Birdland had located the REG.

Moreover, Mithadan had actually seen her, given her a glare and yelled at her, yet she was still intact and walking around the Downs. This was most reassuring. Most critical for her personal happinss had been the discovery of her dear annotated Silm.

In the remains of the infamous barrel, she had found the sodden pages of the precious volume. And, wonder of wonder, it was wet but still readable.

Altogether she was feeling much better. Birdland, Piosenniel, and Veritas also seemed to have recovered from the vagaries of the previous night.

Now, Child had a practical problem and one which was far more amenable to a hobbit who had a reputation of being an excellent bourgeois burglar. No more threatening people with swords, just the well understood business of counting up the anticipated pennies on the calculator and figuring out how best to ransom the REG for the largest possible sum. Oh, good, here was her calculator in the mailbag!

Oh, yes, this was quite up her alley and she was going to have fun. Her back stiffened with new resolve as she began to compose the
needed ransom note mentally in her head.

She scurried ahead up the trail until she reached the well concealed entrance of Henneth Annun. Turning around, she beamed at her companions: "Hey, come on, hurry up! I haven't got all day. I need those silver pennies to add on a new wing to my beloved hobbit hole since, as we all know, accomodations in the Downs are often less than desirable."

[ May 23, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

[Guo Si]

Suddenly, a lone figure in his mithril armor dashes in.

"Ack! How stupid of me to almost forget the party! Don't worry though, I made it!" Guo shouts, and he immediatly runs toward the buffet table, eating his fill. After his breakfast, Guo Si leaves the buffet table and wanders near a small tent "Well, lets take a look in here!" he mutters to himself...

[Mithadan]

Fuming, Mithadan stomped away from the refreshments stand with gritted teeth and an evil look in his eyes. "Yesss. I have been misssunderssstood and ill-usssed. But I will get my own back. Yesss, I will. People will sssee if I will ssstand being attacked, robbed then ssstuffed into a barrel! I have good friendsss now, good friendsss and very ssstrong. They will pay for thisss..."

Mithadan settled down to think by the edge of the Great River. He rearranged the dirty rags which covered his sickly pale white skin and ran his tongue over his six sharpened teeth. His bulbous lamp-like eyes glowed faintly green as he reached into the water and snatched up a trout. "Fisssh, nice fisssh. Yesss, they will all pay! I will sssummon Underhill, and Sharku, Gilthalion and the Barrow-Wight! We will change their passswordsss, give them sssilly sscreen namesss, delete their possst countsss, ssssend them endlesss private messsagessss. Yessss, nice fisssh..."

Mithadan shakes his head violently. His eyes shrink back to normal size and regain their grey color. His skin darkens to its usual healthy tan and his grey breeches and blue tunic reappear. "Wait a minute. I like sushi but this is ridiculous. No wasabi, no ginger, what's going on? Piosennial, Birdland and Child aren't thieves. They're respected adult members of the forum. Child's older than I am (one of the very few). What's happening?"

He turns to face the party field and his face turns ashen. A blue rain is falling from green thunderclouds. The refreshment stand has taken the aspect of the Netherworld from 'Beetlejuice". Mountains have reared up around the field blocking all exit. The party guests sit huddled on the grass guarded by two not-so-friendly looking dragons.

"The Random Events Generator," he whispered. "Someone must have reprogrammed it. But who?" To the East a large cage has appeared in which writhe a screaming mass of Orlando Bloom fans. Nearby, a figure dressed in a black cloak stands, arms raised high. She shouts "I have retaken what was mine!" Her hood falls back to reveal a wild mane of red hair... Mithadan's eyes narrow as he recognizes the figure.

[Durazor]

"Hmmm, if this is a party, THEN WHERE'S ALL THE MUSTARD!?!?" The large fat and hairy Gnoll howled, trying to scoop the hobbit he stood upon earlier from his foot.

[Guo Si]

Walking in to the small tent, Guo Si finds an extremly large, extremly hairy gnoll bouncing around. Guo Si, too surprised to think clearly, quickly mutters a few words in the Black Speech, and watches in horror as Gathblog, the Pink Balrog, appears. Howling in rage, Gathblog tickles Dur with his extra tickly whip of feathers. Unpleased with this success, Gathblog rampages off, tickling random party-goers.

"Oh dear Gandalf, what have I done?" Guo Si moans, and beats a swift retreat

[Mithadan]

"Take care in what you ask for, for your wishes may be granted," howls an otherworldly voice. 144 pounds of stale mustard drop from the sky onto Durazor.

[Durazor]

As Durazor is still recovering from the Pink Balrog's attack, and trying to lick the sticky mustard out of his furry hair [img]smilies/frown.gif[/img] (That's going to make some nasty hairballs [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]), he summons his much feared Imp to deal with that little annoying Guo_Si, but much to Dura's displease the Imp is just going to dance at the party's disco:S:S:S...........

[Guo Si]

"Ack! Terribly sorry Dur! Its just bouncing gnolls are a bit scary!" Guo Si says as he tries to help Dur clean the mustard off. "But a bigger problem is... now that the Pink Balrog is loose... how are we going to defeat him? I was thinking a crusade against it...." Guo Si says as he thinks of a brilliant plan. "I know! I'll make a call to arms and get rid of that Pink Balrog and be remembered as the greatest general of all times! I'll be famous without fighting! Mwahahaha!" Facing a crowd of hobbits, Guo Si says "Thats right! A call to arms! Who here shall help me vanquish the evil Gathblog, Pink Balrog extroidernere?"

[Durazor]

(LOL, they could make a new "Disney Classic" out of this [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] )

Nah, Guo_Si, I don't think letting u get away with all the glory and fame seems all that right to me! I'll deal with that Pink Balrog!

As Durazor howls toward the skies a masterfull jar of Gnollish Mustard(C) falls out of the skies into Dura's paws. Armed for the worst with his jar of mustard Dura rages towards the evil Pink Balrog, as the demon is picking a few flowers and helping an old lady cross the street [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] ! Dura smeers the mustard all over the Balrog and eats it! The End! [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]

[Guo Si]

"Curses! Curses to Dur, curses to that Pink Balrog, curses to the fame I never had!" Guo Si screams as Dur eats the Pink Balrog. "Oh well, I'll write a movie about this and show Disney! Then I'll be rich! Mwahahaha!" Guo Si laughs as hi goes off to write his movie.

[Durazor]

What Guo doesn't know is that Durazor is actually Disney!!! Mwhuhahaha!!!!!!! I'm going to pay u nothing but a full jar of mustard!!!

[Frodo Baggins]

*the mushrooms have worked Frodo's eyes snap open*
Saaaaayyy! Noth that's what I'm taling about, GIMMIE!!

Oh, and Rose thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you.
Porr Mithildan I hop he's all right.

[zifnab]

Zifnab cannot keep with such garrulous conversations, he had hoped that the 1420 would have made him a bit more expansive but it did not. Zifnab searches out for a less Insalubriousness climate. Stepping ouside for some fresh air and taking in some deep breaths, he feels rejuvenated and invigorated. 'Ah, much better now', he thinks as he strolls around the exterior of the party, wondering, if somebody had put something in his 1420. 'That Birdland!' he mumbles....

[img]smilies/wink.gif[/img]

[Mithadan]

Drawing a deep breath, Mithadan saunters over to the black-clad figure. He is painfully aware that he is unarmed, but is reasonably confident that this intruder will not harm him. One of the dragons hisses nastily as he passes.

Mustering a smile, he speaks to her. "Princess! We haven't seen much of you lately. How is your kitten?"

Her red hair blowing in the wind, the figure turns and fixes her wild gaze on the man. "Mith! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] How have you been?"

"Pretty good," he replies. "I see you've been rather busy though. May I ask what you have been doing here? This isn't the chatroom you know."

"I have captured the newbies and Orli-lovers! I have seized back what was once the province of the established members. All shall be as it was before the accursed Movie. The Old Times have returned!" she cried. "We may now chat without interruption and post on weighty matters again. No more inane threads on who your favorite character is! No more a/s/l inquiries! The Barrow is ours again! Bwahahahaha!"

"But at what cost?" asked Mithadan. "If not here, then where shall Tolkien fans congregate and speak freely, learning such lore as they may and acquiring wisdom with the passage of time?"

"Wisdom?" screeched the Princess. "There is no wisdom that they can learn; they are incapable! They exchange instant message addresses and engage in senseless quests. They speak of homework and teachers and MOVIE CHARACTERS! Join with me. We will use the REG to restore this site to its former greatness!"

"Some would say that the site is greater now than it has ever been," he replied quietly. "So, where is the REG anyway?"

She laughed. "I have it not! I control it from afar and the Ring --I mean the REG--is the key to the restoration of what was. It is my tool, my Precious."

Way too many Gollum references, thinks Mithadan. "Uh yeah. Right. Um. Would you like to read a draft of the latest Tales from Tol Eressea? Elrond's in it."

With a squeal, the Princess follows Mithadan to the former refreshment stand. Evil shapes loom and leer from the shadows, yet she seems to not see them. He hands her the draft then heads back out to the fields. The REG must be destroyed...

[ May 23, 2002: Message edited by: Mithadan ]