The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, and Tolkien - The One Ring

by **Leoba** » Wed Nov 06, 2002 4:20 pm

In the shelter of the Lonely Mountain stood the hall. Part of the rebuilding of Dale after the desolation of Smaug, it had been built with comfort in mind, from the massive fireplaces filled with crackling logs to the cosy seating alcoves and well tended gardens. And added to by its present owner with profit in mind, from the the highly skilled kitchen staff to the lively band who never failed to get the dance floor going. But that wasn't the only reason why Bardhwyn had suggested to Leoba that it would be an ideal venue for Turelie Lurea's Bachelorette/Hen Party. Steam could be seen from quite a distance away, rising from the hot tubs in the courtyard at the back. Leoba and Bardhwyn kept looking at one another and thence out of the rear doors to the very fine young Dalemen stoking the fires and then back to one another again. Yep, this part of Arda sure knew how to breed its menfolk just the way the girls liked them. Leoba's green eyes twinkled in the candlelight, reflecting in the glassful of crisp sancerre which she cradled. She was looking forward to this party in the run up to a truly Bardic wedding between the Lucky Fortune Inn's co-owner Hobbituk and his talented Diadronian Princess. Dear friends both, who had long deserved the happiness which fate now afforded them. The arrival of the blushing bride-to-be was imminent and the way was paved for a merry evening; a last night of freedom and girliness. As the clatter of wheels was heard on the cobbles outside and the flutter of laughter rang out, the proprietor swung open the front doors to the star-filled night air to greet the arrivals with champagne.

by **Turelie_Lurea** » Wed Nov 06, 2002 4:58 pm

Tinu, who had been in on the plan all this time, was given the duty of escorting Lurea to the Hen Party, so that she did not suspect where she was going. They rode by horseback, Lurea's horse Lightningeyes tied to Tinu's own steed, the former rider blindfolded. As she was a natural rider, this did not bother the princess, for she trusted her horse's step and the direction of her dearest friend, whom she considered her sister. Lurea knew that she was being taken to her Hen Party, but knew not where the destination was. However, she did not cheat and lift the blindfold for a peek, though she wished to. Instead, she listened to the steady tramping of the horse's hooves and the sounds of the world around her. Not until the beginning of the night creature's calling did they pause on their journey, and they paused only because they had reached their destination. Much anticipation ran as though it were honey flowing through the elf's veins, she was thrilled and frightened all at the same time. For just now she had begun to understand the implications of her actions and that soon she would be married--attached to one hobbit for the rest of her life. A brief moment of anxiety shuddered through her body, a memory of Culanir, but it passed as soon as she heard the merry (and loud!) voice of Leoba. They had arrived! Tinu aided the elf in dismounting her horse, and, holding the hand of the still-blinded Ture, led her into the warmth of the building. Such a contrast it made it to the chill evening air that spoke of the coming of winter! Not until the door was securely closed behind them did Tinu release the gentle tightness of the blindfold, allowing it to billow down to the ground. Lurea gasped. It was beautiful! So snug and warm, the promise of fun and the company of her dearest friends. In a moment of emotion, the elf rushed to Leoba and hugged her. Thank you for arranging this. It's wonderful! Where are we exactly? As Lurea was whisked off by the excited bridesmaids and the maid of honor, Tinu decided to find a quiet, cozy corner to think. No one knew what she brooded over, perhaps supposing that she was missing the enigmatic Anorast. However, at this time, her true love, her unrequited love, was in her mind. She was going to lose him forever....to her best friend. It had finally hit her, full-force, and all she wanted to do was cry, but that would not do in this festive atmosphere. She would not have come at all if Leoba had not asked her to escort Ture.

by **Vanaladiel** » Wed Nov 06, 2002 6:35 pm

Vana was ready to burst from anticipation, when Lurea and Tinu finally arrived. As the bridesmaids present had waited anxiously for the bride-to-be to arrive, they had busied themselves with the last minute decorations and enjoyed the view of the men that were about helping to get things ready. The girls circled Lurea as she came in. Each hugging her in turn then hurried her off to show her around and get her something to drink. Vana was all caught up in the excitement of the party when she remembered she had forgotten her gift in her bag by the front door, so she hurried off to go and retrieve it. As she was at the door rummaging through her bag she heard something outside that sounded like hooves on the cobblestones. She looked about and realised that they were not all there, so she opened the door to see who was riding up to join them. "Hey guys PM is finally here!" she called out smiling as she headed down the walkway to greet her.

by **PrincessMelika** » Wed Nov 06, 2002 6:52 pm

PM slipped the invitation in her saddlebags. She would have to leave for the party extra early in order to pick up the present. Urging her mare Kidja on, PM checked the position of the sun Riding to the house of a nearby farmer, PM purchased six hens from the man. He put two hens each in gunny sacks, giving instructions for feeding and care and such. Glad that she had not forgotten the gift, PM continued toward the party. She spied Vana rushing up to meet her. "PM! What is making all that racket!?!" PM gave Vana a quizzical look. "That would be the hens, Vana." The hens continued to cluck and cackle throughout their conversation, and the girls had to raise their voices slightly to be heard. "Why do you want hens, PM?" Vana demanded, raising one eyebrow as she waited for her young friend to explain. She was certain that there was a story behind this, and she couldn't wait to hear PM's explanation. PM looked even more baffled. How in the world could Vana miss it? "For the Hen party, of course." Vana laughed heartily, and PM looked at Vana in confusion. Wiping a tear from her eye, Vana put a hand on PM's shoulder. "Oh, PM, you misunderstood." Vana slyly smiled at her young friend, and motioned for PM to lean up close to explain the REAL meaning of "Hen Party". "Ohh...." PM turned ten shades of red, nodding in understanding. Looking at the sacks of irate hens, PM couldn't help laughing herself. "What have I gotten myself into?" PM led her horse to the post, tying Kidja's reins securely. Patting her beloved equine on the neck, she followed Vana inside. Suddenly, PM looked at Vana in shock. "I don't have a present for Lurea!" Vana winked at PM. "I say those hens will make an interesting present--Lurea can at least sell them if she decides not to keep or cook them. At any rate, The Tale of PM and the Hens, told in verse, will be an amusing one for the party." "Why do I have the feeling," PM mused, "That noone will ever let me forget this?"

by **Aerin** » Wed Nov 06, 2002 7:51 pm

Aerin laughed as PM came in carrying a sack of actual hens! Vana explained the real meaning of a "hen party" as the elf looked on, amused. She left momentarily for a back room to check on her present, which was wrapped and waiting where she'd left it earlier. Satisfied, she rejoined the other ladies, winking at one of the men she passed. She wouldn't "get to know" any of them, of course, but it was still nice to enjoy their looks!

by **Wisteria** » Thu Nov 07, 2002 6:53 am

Wiste arrived late, her present tucked in the saddle bag. She was a little nonplused when a handsome Daleman took the bridle of her mare and then helped her to dismount. With a pleasant smile, he also unhooked the single bag, handing it to another Daleman that appeared at her side. With a bow toward the house, he indicated she should lead. Another pair stood at the door, which was opened for her with a flourish. "Oh, yes, indeed. A very fine place for a hen party!" she thought to herself as she entered to find the others.

by **Mellaurelom** » Thu Nov 07, 2002 8:31 am

The crisp autumn air filled Mellaurelom's lungs as she inhaled a huge breath. She looked down over Whisper's shoulder, to the huge lodge beneath his wings. He circled once more, allowing her to collect her thoughts one last time before landing in fron of the large oak entry doors. She slid off the owl's back, landing lightly on the well packed ground in front of the beautiful lodge. So intent was she that she started as someone stepped up beside her, "Milady? May I help you with your bags?" asked a deep male voice. Mell let loose a small squeek and jumped, then calmed herself. After all, a good servant was one who was unobtrusive. Obviously, Leoba had arranged for the best. Mell smiled at the young man, noticing for the first time that he was VERY handsome, and replied, "thank you, I just have the one bag, please make sure the owl gets unbridled, then just let him free. He will come back to me when I need him." She flashed a smile at the man, then turned and walked up the stairs. St the entryway she had to stop again. Bundled as she was, she had to unwrap several warm layers before she reached the belt pouch that the invitation was in, so she could present it to the gentleman waiting at the door. She still remembered the surprise she had felt when the messenger showed up at her door with the invitation. Now realizing that even though she didn't know Leaoba, Lurea, and the others that well, she was still a member of the best family around, the Bard's Guild! Under her layers of wool, cotton, silk, and furs, she wore a simple white blouse, blach pants, and a green bodice, embroidered with mallorn leaves. Naked of jewelry, save for her silver Journeyman Bard pin, she was simply adorned with a ribbon tying back her black hair. She handedthe invitation to one of the handsom young men, and a second took her outerwear. Left with just her small saddlebag, she followed the directions to the main room where the party was to start. As she passed the tall windows that overlooked the back courtyard, she saw steam rising from hot springs, some large, some small. She grinned, with the look of some of the servers there would be many of those used later. She composed herself one last time and stepped into the great hall, eager to greet the bride-to-be.

by **Bardhwyn** » Thu Nov 07, 2002 9:56 am

The Mosaic Hall, the finest entertainment establishment in Dale was now humming with activity. The fine courtyard paved with intricate mosaics of every color and make spread out underfoot and only the majestic pillars of semi-precious stone, one of lapis lazuli, another of rose quartz and yet another of solid jade… all these held up the massive entrance...only these overshadowed the fine art work laid at one’s feet. It has been said that the Mosaic Hall rivaled only The King of Dale’s Palace in beauty and elegance. Unlike the Royal Palace, The Mosaic Hall was available to those who could afford it’s rental and when news arrived that a Diadron Princess was interested, the Hall became immediately available – all prior engagements were cancelled. What piqued the interest of the owner even more was the fine hand that wrote the note, inquiring after the Hall. Andarin, the proprietor, recognized it immediately as Bardhwyn’s. She didn’t need to sign the note, he knew. She was alive and risking a trip to Dale and, of course, she’d turn to him first with her trust. Andarin had known her and her family well in their youth and in fact, secretly loved her. Yet how could he compete with the Crown Prince of Dale? He had always stood aside and now he would stand by her side and no one would know her identity as long as she remained in Dale, under his roof. As the guests arrived, the servants picked up their pace. Deep in the kitchens, which were below the Main Halls, each carved out of the roots of The Lonely Mountain by Dain’s trusted Dwarves, the fires burned brightly and over them were every manner of pot and pan and many types of game turning slowly. Many Dwarven cooks bustled about while in a corner stood a man, blonde, clean shaven and finely dressed along with a woman, also finely dressed in a dress of deep green, short hair - blonde as well, a facial scar and she wore a broad smile…. “Andarin.. I must go, I hear the Bride to be has arrived…” “Must you? Winnie, I can’t get over it.. you’re alive!” “Ugh! Please Darin, don’t call me that! I hated that nickname.” Bardhwyn said with a laugh. “And yes, I am alive and I am well. Homeless but well. ” “Sorry Bardhwyn,” Andarin mumbled, “ I always liked that name and I am sorry you have no home, I’m sorry all that happened.” “It’s in the past Andarin…” “No, I mean I am sorry, I could have been a better friend to you after you and Bard finished…” “Darin,” Bardhwyn said, her eyes soft with friendship and concern, “ I was so hurt, I didn’t want any friends. That’s why I chose to be with the people I did. I was to blame…fully…” “Still… Winnie.. I …” Andarin stopped himself and looked down to his boots. “You what, Darin?” The Archer asked. “Nothing, I .. I am just pleased to see you, so pleased.!” He replied, embracing her. “Now, go. Your friends await you.” Andarin stood back, releasing her, albeit begrudgingly. “Give my regards to the Princess and remember, what ever you may require – all you need to do is ask. Your wish is my command.” Bardhwyn took both of Andarin’s hand into hers and held them tightly. “Thank you, my friend, thank you. It is wonderful to see you, too and I promise we shall have some time together before this fete is over. Thank you!” She stood on tip toe, kissed the Daleman lightly on the cheek and lightly traipsed through the kitchens and up the service stair. Once in the Main Hall she in fact did see the Bride to be, Turelie Lurea accompanied by Tinu. Vana, Melika (with hens!?), Leoba , Wiste, Aerin and Mellaurelom all chatted happily… “Welcome Ture, Tinu!” Bardhwyn exclaimed hugging each in turn. “Welcome All!” she said along with a hug for each woman. “Welcome to Dale! Let the Fete begin!”

by **Crystal_Arwen** » Thu Nov 07, 2002 10:01 am

*Crystal_Arwen tied Silma-àre up outside the hall, he was used to harsh conditions and would sleep fine. She entered the room and was struck how something that used to be as barbaric as a dragon's cave could be transformed into such a party atmosphere. She heard the giggles of elves and human women and was suddenly reminded this was a hen party and not a formal occasion, luckily she wasn't overdressed, in a simple dove grey velvet dress and silver belt. She racked her brains to see if she had forgotten anything; she couldn't remember, so decided to just go in and enjoy herself. She noticed the ridiculous abomunt of good-looking young men waiting around and was very glad that she was presently unattached She grabbed a Green Faerie from the bar and debated whether to go into the hot tub, but decided to wait for ElfAngel, she'd be here in a minute. Meanwhile, she'd introduce herself to the others and noticed Wiste on the other side of the room. She wandered over to her and said* "Hi, is it Wisteria? I think we've met before, but I don;t quite remember where... My name's Crystal_Arwen" ooc: <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0>

by **Bardhwyn** » Thu Nov 07, 2002 10:04 am

(OOC: C_A - it isn't a cave, m'dear, it is a fine Hall built in the side of the the mountain. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> See my post below! Ta. ~ B)

by **elfetawen** » Thu Nov 07, 2002 12:28 pm

Lossë dismounted from Ascadae and handed the reins over to the stable keeper, a rather handsome young Dale man, and stiffled her giggles at the look on his face as he caught sight of Hwesta on her shoulder. She blessed her foresight that had made her think before riding the dragon into Dale. It would have been an unmitigated disaster. "And Lurea would have never forgiven me," she muttered. Reaching up to her right shoulder to make sure the strap of her sketch bag was still there, inside of which she had stowed Lurea's present, she strode towards the door.

by **nienor-niniel** » Thu Nov 07, 2002 4:03 pm

Nienor-Niniel had been slowing down for the last miles -a hen party - a wedding to come - was she ready for this? After the initial happiness, her heart had grown heavy, so many memories would come back. But Turelie was such a marvellous friend, she had to overcome herself, get to this party and at least look cheerful. She handed her horses gear to one of the men standing at the entry, who looked at her in a rather odd way - was something wrong? She had not yet spilled anything on her... N-N tried to look at her clothes - shabby as usual, but not dirty - her hair was combed, the horse was fine - so what was wrong? Luckily she saw Leoba, Bardwhyn and Vanaladiel among the others, with some hens picking corns at their feet. Hens? Strange idea... Turelie stood there in the middle of them, so radiant and fair that the air around her seemed to shimmer with many rainbows. Tinu was holding back a bit, head bowed, but nontheless fair. All seemed to be fine, so Nienor-Niniel wanted to head for the place where she always felt best in parties - the kitchen. But Leoba having guessed her intentions caught her sleeve. No cooking, no baking today. This time you will be a part of the party. But, but... will they know what to do? Bardwhyn found us the best dwarves in all of Dale. Rest and for once trust someone else with the food!At these words, Leoba simply pushed a glass of champagne in her hands. N-N took a gulp and some others and begam to listen to the chatting around her:Have you seen these guards - they look absolutely breathtaking. This seemed to be crystal_arwens voice. N-N blushed - she hadn't even paid attention to the looks of the young lad who had kept the door - maybe that was why he had stared at her like that - used to somewhat more admiration. But now - after a glimpse of control of the truth of c-arwen's words, she was rather happy not to be the bride. Where the heck did they find those? Taking a second - or third?- glass of champagne, she decided to get at least her flute as long as her feet would still carry her and maybe find a quick moment to slip off from Leoba's eyes and have a look at this kitchen. At this moment, not looking at her feet, she stepped on one of the hens, gliding, tried to get hold to anything but the tray of champagne glasses, but couldn't help falling down with a tremendous noise in a lake of champagne and a mountain of broken glass...

by **Eyriel** » Thu Nov 07, 2002 10:02 pm

Eyriel hiked lightly and steadily down the mountain lane, the afternoon sun casting long shadows behind her as a crisp November breeze glided through her long hair and around her slender body. As she walked she sang to herself, an old yet familiar tune...The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began... She rounded a bend in the road, and suddenly the great hall was in front of her. Her singing faded and was replaced by the cheerful sound of female laughter and chatter, which was carried easily on the wind from the hall. Smiling, Eyriel quickened her pace. Soon she was standing in front of the elegant building surrounded by gardens still full of blooming flowers, with steam rising from hidden hot springs behind. She had no horse or luggage, and so made her way directly to the large front door, which was opened by a good-looking young man. Eyriel smiled and curtsied politely; she tended to be shy around strangers, especially tall and handsome ones. Eagerly she stepped into the well-lit hall, but the scene that met her was a far cry from the peaceful Autumn aura outdoors. Shards of glass, puddles of champaigne, and a rather shocked-looking Nienor-Niniel were sprawled at the foot of an equally-surprised servant. Feathers filled the air, and Eyriel nearly squashed one frantic chicken under her feet as she hurried into the room. Without even taking off her cloak Eyriel rushed to N-N, trying to supress a giggle, for the whole scene was rather humorous. She pulled her disgruntled friend to her feet and pulled a couple feathers out of her hair. Well, looks like you saved me from the night's biggest embarassing moment this time, Eyriel said. She paused, and a loud chicken squawk filled the momentary silence. The younger woman chuckled. Of course, the fact that someone thought to bring real chickens to a hen party is pretty amusing as well. With a wink and a wide grin, Eyriel directed N-N to the kitchen to get cleaned up. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> Then, being careful not to step on any glass, Eyriel made her way to Ture, hugging her warmly and offering her a bouquet of yellow roses. Her real gift would be presented to the bride-to-be later on. This is certainly quite a place you've chosen, she said to Leoba. The perfect place for a bachelorette party!

by **Wisteria** » Fri Nov 08, 2002 7:58 am

"Yes, I'm Wisteria -- but please, call me Wiste."She looked at the young woman before her -- they had met somewhere before, Wiste knew -- but where? AH! The Lucky Fortune! That was it! But before she could make any further reply, Bardhwyn entered, welcoming them all to Dale. For the briefest of moments, Wiste's eyes narrowed. But the moment was brief indeed. Bardwhyn came over, giving out hugs all around and Wiste's smile was warm as she embraced her friend. Only Bardy saw her shake her head as if to say, "no" to the momentary cloud that passed between them. Both women knew this was not the time to hold a discussion that definitely needed to be held. Instead, Wiste introduced the young woman beside her. "Bardhwyn of Dale, have you met Crystal Arwen, late of the Lucky Fortune?"

by **earendil81** » Fri Nov 08, 2002 2:26 pm

Someday in a few thousand years she would be on time for important events… perhaps… those were the thoughts crossing Eari's mind while she was riding towards Dale for Lurea's Bachelorette Party. She slowed down as she arrived next to the place where the party would take place at the side of the Mountain. Around her, men apparently here to serve each desire of the ladies. Hardly had she dismounted her horse that one of them came to her and offered to look after the mare. Feeling a little bit jumped on, Eari yet let him the reins and took a package from her saddlebag. She wiped away the dust that was on her clothes; of course it could be better, but Lurea would not be upset about that. After all she couldn't and wouldn't expect Eari to travel from Minas Anor dressed in nice pants… Anyway the most important was that she hadn't forgotten her present. As she reached the doorstep, she stopped for a second – caught by a souvenir; souvenir of a night when she had for a few seconds the hope of seeing such a thing happening to her. But darkness had come and taken her hope away… shaking this souvenir away, she opened the door and entered; before she saw anything she heard voices inside, typical voices of ladies meeting together, chatting and babbling. Discretely she stepped in looking around at familiar faces: Ture, surrounded by her friends, Leoba, Bardwhyn, whom she had seen at different festivals, Wiste, niniel, apparently heading for the kitchen with Eyriel, Vana and others whom she knew not so well. And Tinu who looked rather sad compared with the good mood of all the others. It really was a girl meeting and for a second Eari felt reluctant going in. She was not used to such things and she had always avoided them, preferring the atmosphere of a meeting of men. But tonight she was here for Turelie whom she esteemed dearly and she would overcome her fears, souvenirs or reluctance; and this meeting could prove to be a good way getting to know some people better or discover them. She approached the bride to be and, after an hesitation, hugged her. Then she turned to Leoba to greet her and congratulate her about the place. Indeed she and Bardwhyn had done things well.

by **Aerin** » Fri Nov 08, 2002 7:50 pm

Aerin knelt down to carefully sweep up the broken glass, dumped it in the trash in the kitchen, then returned with a mop to get up the champagne. She cheerfully waved away offers of help, explaining, "Oh, no, the look on Nienor's face was priceless, and well worth the trouble! I'm almost done anyway, thanks..."

by **Elana** » Fri Nov 08, 2002 11:26 pm

Elana and Deore rode up to the entrance to the hall. Elana dismounted, stroking the nose of the horse she had hired. While far inferior to the horses of Rohan she had ridden in her childhood, the beast had been patient and even-tempered and served her willingly on the long ride. She passed the reins to the attractive young man waiting attentively nearby. The she held Deore’s horse while her daughter dismounted. The horse tossed its head a bit, but settled down under her firm guidance. Horses tended to act a bit spooky around Deore, perhaps sensing something strange in her scent. The young woman dismounted, a bit stiff from the rigors of the road. We really should put aside some money and buy horses of our own, Elana thought. Being from Rohan and having learned to ride almost before she could walk, it grieved her that because of the circumstances of their life her daughter had never had the opportunity to come to know and love horses. Of course, we’d never be able to afford a horse of the Mark, even though they’d probably be willing to sell me one since I am one of them and know how to treat a horse properly. And I couldn’t really be satisfied with anything less. She handed Deore’s horse to the attendant. Seeing Deore’s face, his eyes widened a tiny bit for the briefest moment, but he demonstrated his excellent training by giving no other reaction to her. He nodded with impeccable politeness to the two women, then led the horses off to the stables. Elana gathered up her pack, checking to make sure the presents were secure. Yes, all ready to go. Another handsome man opened the door of the hall for them, and graciously ushered them inside. The hall was merry with the sounds of women’s voices. The luxurious surroundings promised a thoroughly enjoyable evening, and the servants quietly attending to ladies’ every need were uniformly both extremely attractive and male. Elana glanced at Deore, wondering if perhaps she was a bit young for the activities that would likely take place later on. A hen party could certainly become rather… risqué. But at sixteen Deore was old enough to be included in the women’s celebration, and Elana trusted that her friends would be discrete enough. The two women approached a group. Elana saw several people she knew, some fairly well, others only slightly. There were also many there she’d never met. The ones who hadn’t yet met Deore looked at her slightly shocked at her half-orc features, but took their cues from the others, who welcomed both Elana and Deore with enthusiasm. Then Elana spotted the bride to be, radiant with happiness, enjoying every minute of her party. “Ture, I think you met my daughter briefly at the Lucky Fortune, but I don’t think you were properly introduced. This is my daughter Deore. Deore, this is my friend, Turelie Lurea, who in just a few days will be getting married. “I hope you’re pleased with the veil, Ture. I’m sorry I had to leave so abruptly after I finished it. Hopefully I’ll be able to find time soon to return to the Weaver’s Guild and work on some more projects.” Elana smiled to think of the present concealed in her pack. What Ture didn’t know was that while she had been working on the veil, she’d also taken the time to craft something a little less elegant, but more fun. Well, all would be revealed soon enough.

by **Iavas_Saar** » Sat Nov 09, 2002 6:42 am

(OOC - How long till I'm needed? <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>)

by **Turelie_Lurea** » Sat Nov 09, 2002 2:17 pm

Not since her years in Diadron had Lurea been treated with such generosity. Her bridemaids, and the hired help of course, granted her every simple wish. When she asked where the drinks were, planning on finding and obtaining it herself, the ladies were all eager to please her. Though it did make her a bit nervous, because they were her closest friends and she thought of them not as common folk, but as royalty themselves. It would be as though the children of the king and queen of Gondor served her! When Lurea entered the room, she had been greeted by the bridemaids who had already arrived: Bardy, Leoba, Aerin, and Vana. Excitedly, she hugged each one, but before she could speak to each, others came in the door, including PM, who, shockingly, had brought actual hens!! Lurea laughed heartily at the antics of the chickens and the shocked looks on the others' faces. Oh what an excellent time they would have tonight, thanks to the careful planning of Leoba and the aid and advice of Bardhwyn. Next came Wiste, one of her dearest and oldest friends, though she was better known to Tinu. Lurea was so involved in the chaos that she did not pay any mind to her old friend, who still sat in the corner, putting on a fake smile for those who came to chat with her.Greeting Wiste with a hug, she was pulled away to see the fabulous finery that surrounded them. Then came Mellaurelom, Bard Extraordinaire. Though they had never spoken much, Lurea was anxious to talk with her and become friends, as she seemed such a lovely creature to share poetry with, though Lurea was no poet, merely a lover of the medium. Bardy, a great friend of hers, came into the Main Hall, bearing hugs for the two elves soon after. This woman, brave and noble, was the ideal for her kind. Though she had suffered much, she was cheerful and always ready to show her eager kindness. Lurea had been thrilled when Bardy had agreed to be a bridesmaid,for she had feared that the branded Barding would refuse. For what reason she would refuse, Lurea did not know. Crystal Arwen appeared and ordered her usual, which made Lurea laugh. She would never order anything else! she thought to herself, waving at her friend. Then she saw Nienor, the saddest friend in her acquaintance. Though she tried her best to be cheery, an aura of sadness glowed about her. Horrified, she watched as NN fell in slow motion into tray of glasses, though when she was helped up, a bit giddy from her drinks, she laughed. Relieved, Lurea went to her friend and hugged her. Do not worry my friend. Hide not from the frivolity and fun, but join us. For one night push out the unhappiness and be free with us. This Lurea whispered, so that no one else could hear. Hugging her friend again, Eyriel came forth with a bouquet of fragrant yellow roses that were bursting with full petals. Oh, Eyriel, thank you ever so much! They are so lovely. Not wishing to let them go, for she dearly loved flowers, she reluctantly handed them to a dark-haired, handsome servant who wore a tight uniform across his well-developed chest. He promised to place them immediately in water for her, giving her a wink, nearly making her blush. Then came dear Eari. Lurea, in her extreme happiness,could no longer feel the sadness that clung to some of her friends, so she did not sense that Eari was uneasy among them. However, the hesitation before the hug seemed unuusal to her usually warm friend. She pushed the thought away and merely enjoyed her friend's company without analyzing anything. Suddenly, the room became loud with the sudden whispering and murmurs. Lurea knew that Elana and Deore had arrived, feeling quite sorry for the lovely orc-maiden. Lurea saw not the ugly orcish features, but the beautiful maiden with the kind heart beneath. Besides, the daughter of such a friend as Elana should be treated with respect and dignity! As she thought, Elana and Deore appeared before her.Nodding her head at each in greeting, she replied, Yes, I do believe I met her. Welcome, lovely girl, to the party I do so hope that you enjoy your stay. Lurea winked. As for the veil, I am more than pleased, dear Elana. It is simply the most exquisite piece I have ever seen, and that is quite an accomplishment, for I have seen the fairest fabrics and pieces in my lifetime. I applaud you for your craftsmanship and love that you put into every piece. I am truly lucky to have such a friend as you. With this, Lurea hugged both ladies, and then smiled at each. However, the longer she thought of the proximity of the wedding, the more nervous she became. Was this truly the last time she would feel so free?

by **Crystal_Arwen** » Sun Nov 10, 2002 2:22 am

"Ture!" *CArwen ran up to the bride-to-be and hugged her, almost throwing her glass on the floor, but somehow managing to keep hold of it. It was amazing what she could do with a cocktail... "May I say that you are looking wonderful this evening Ture, and i hope you enjoy yourself throughout the night!" "Why thankyou Crystal_Arwen, I hope you will enjoy yourself as well." " I must say this is a great oppurtunity to meet some of the legends of the Lucky Fortune, I have really got to go and spread my proverbial wings and become my inner social butterfly. Oh yes, and talk to some of the servants of course...." * She looked around and noticed a particularly good looking barman. What a good excuse for another drink! She hugged Ture again and went to order another drink, but she wasn't sure what of. This called for a lengthy discussion with the bar-man....*

by **Leoba** » Sun Nov 10, 2002 12:08 pm

Leoba drained the last of her glass and looked over expectantly at the Daleman nearest the fireplace. You know, the one with the deep dark eyes like pools of melted chocolate, the sort of smile that would make the most aloof elven princess melt and a butt hard as granite. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0> He was attentively at her side almost immediately, pressing a fresh drink into her hands. ' Dammit, if only I was single, I'd be sorely tempted', Leoba thought to herself as he winked at her. "Can I get you anything else lady?" "Getting rid of these chickens'd be a mighty fine start, before someone does themselves an injury." Her tone was perhaps a tad too severe and the poor lad took a step back (onto a chicken, which squawked loud enough to bring the roof in and utterly drowned out the attempts of the band to warm up). Leoba reached out a hand and caught him by the sleeve, before he too went sprawling as had Nin. And thankfully she only sloshed a little of her drink in the process. "Sorry. Here, let me get that wine off you", she said, offering a serviette and daubing reasonably effectively at his tunic. "Don't worry; I'll go and have a quiet word with Andarin and get things sorted...... actually, there is something you could do for me..." Leoba smiled to herself, her eyes lighting up her face and threatening to bewitch the poor young man. "You see the lady over in the corner?" Leoba gestured to where Tinu sat sadly all alone, the tears in her eyes threatening to spill onto her cheeks and wash away the tentative smile. "Could you try and cheer her up a bit? Just chat to her a while, maybe ask her to dance later? I think maybe some new company would do her the world of good." The young man bowed his head and backed away, taking good care this time to avoid the hens, and sought out the blonde elven lass with the long face. "Fair lady.... may I keep you company awhile?" he said, offering her a cup of mead to warm her spirit. "I am Tared. It pains me to see one so disconsolate amidst all that is fair. Tell me, is this the first time you've visited Dale?" Hoping that the diversion would cheer Tinu up for a while, Leoba went to find Andarin and asked him if he would, in the interests of keeping his glassware and crockery in one piece, get rid of the fowl that littered the otherwise beautiful room.. "Of course", he replied. "I have a chef who would be most grateful". He beckoned to two of his waiters and bade them round up the birds, watching them chase the creatures round and round in a flurry of feathers. Then went to rouse the cook, muttering under his breath all the while.... "roast chicken, chicken cacciatora, grilled lemon chicken, casserole, stir-fry, soup........" "Now, where was I?" Leoba said, half to herself and half to anyone who was listening. "Ah yes, Lurea.... I wonder how best to embarrass the girl?" She put an arm around her friend and handed her a small gift bag, containing all sorts of intriguing things which ranged from the obligatory fluffy hand-cuffs to a delicately wrought silver charm bracelet which of course bore the mark of Dale upon it. "A few little somethings for you my dear. So... are you sure you're ready for the big step." Leoba looked at her half jokingly and half searchingly, seeing something deep inside her eyes that maybe she didn't want to admit to. Eager to change the mood, she saw reflected there, Leoba changed tack. "So Aerin", she called out to the lovely Elf. "I reckon you're the only married one amongst us. Have you any tips for success?"

by **Aerin** » Sun Nov 10, 2002 10:09 pm

(OOC - LOL Iavas! Aerin wouldn't mind a dance later on, though... <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>) "So Aerin," Leoba called, "I reckon you're the only married one amongst us. Have you any tips for success?" Aerin looked up, thought for a minute, then shook her head, smiling ruefully. "Erinhue and I haven't even had any disagreements! But I guess... don't go to sleep without resolving a disagreement. Tell him that you love him often - at least once a day. And just have fun together!"

by **Turelie_Lurea** » Mon Nov 11, 2002 12:03 am

Lurea had been ready for CArwen's tackle, for her friend was usually jovial with a Green Fairie half-drunk in her hand. And tonight she had already finished her first! Oh what a night this would be with her dearest friends! But CArwen was not to stay long, distracted by a good-lucking Dale barman, so Ture hugged her back, winking, and whispered "good luck with him" to her friend. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the blushing bride-to-be, her friend Tinu was being approached by a dark Dale man of exquisite carving. He seemed to have been chiseled from living marble, godlike in his taut muscularity. And he was heading for the sunshine-headed elf who noticed not. "Fair lady.... may I keep you company awhile?" he said, offering her a cup of mead to warm her spirit. "I am Tared. It pains me to see one so disconsolate amidst all that is fair. Tell me, is this the first time you've visited Dale?" "Oh!" She replied, a bit startled from her miserable reverie, a tear sliding down her cheek as she jerked at the sound of a voice. Noting his imPECcable form and his eager-to-please smile, the elf blushed. Who was she to garner such attentions, the miserable wretch who wished for the beloved of her closest ally? For a moment, she wished to tell him to leave her, for she was in no mood for company. Yet, his eyes pleaded with her, and not being of the heartless sort, invited him to sit beside her on the narrow seat. Gratefully she took the cup of mead, which warmed her throat as she delicately sipped it. "Greetings, Tared. I am Tinuviel of the Valaindil, native to the Golden Wood, a wanderer who has never seen the likes of this glorious land." Surely the man would laugh at her formality, she chided herself as she repeated her words to herself. Yet he did not laugh, and in fact appeared to grow warmer and more interested in what she had to say, leaning forward slightly, his strongly lined jaw lit by a candle on a low table before them. As she noted these subtleties, the elf blushed at his inspection of her in the silence between their slow conversations. Lurea had to laugh at the trinkets in the gift bag. Fluffy pink hand-cuffs...a branded bracelet that would forever remind her of this night....bottles of various oils and fragrances. She raised a delicately arched eyebrow at her friend in question of the items. "Do you really think some of these are necessary, my friend?" But the humor left her face when Leoba asked "Are you sure that you're ready for the big step?" The seed of misgivings and nervousness was beginning to grow in her stomach, for marriage was such a permanent situation.... Never again would she have the liberty to seduce the wealthy and the handsome in her kingdom and that of Minas Tirith as she had done for so many years... Never again would she be the single maiden desired for every dance at a party.... No more flirtations, no matter how innocent! But most of all...she felt herself choking at this...Culanir would be lost to her forever. Shocked at this thought, worrying that the others could read her mind, she tried desperately to think of other things: how much she loved her hobbit, how she wished to be with him forever. But at the moment, the only face she saw was that of her beloved Culanir, the man she had sworn to forget, the man she had, she thought, forgotten, but had only been pushed into the depths of her dark mind. Did he still live? Had he found another? Her heart felt suddenly as though a muscle had been plucked from it. Oh, Culanir! To her horror, Leoba still stood before her, watching her every movement. Though she was a human, she was perceptive, and knew her friend's heart as no mortal did. Pained by a sudden thought, Lurea felt that her friend was most likely content with the elf remaining far from the beloved brother. Luckily, Leoba knew to move on, and so she did. However, Aerin's words did not comfort her; rather, they made her feel guiltier... Tell him that you love him often - at least once a day, Aerin had said. Had Lurea told Hobbituk that she loved him, before they parted? Yes, she was sure of it. But had she really meant it? Shaking the uncomfortable thoughts from her mind, she concentrated on the party instead. Her face lit again, her chin held high as a princess's should be, she mingled with the growing party.

by **Nessamelda** » Mon Nov 11, 2002 12:57 am

Alfirin sat in the corner brushing off the (rather reluctant) attentions and offers of drinks from the occasional Dalesman that dared to approach this forbidding looking woman. Her only gesture that tonight was a party was in her attire - her dark hair was loose and she wore a deep blue velvet gown, of rich and costly fabric, but in a style that was many years in the past. She was there to work, to record the occasion for posterity. She drew the happy faces and the sad, those concealing secrets and those with nothing to hide.... Then she turned to the bride to be who sat looking a little pensive. The picture of the beautiful elf took shape quickly, although the trouble in her thoughts shone through in the sketch - and like a half formed cloud above her head in the charcoal background could just be made out the shape of a man. A man with distinctly unhobbit-like features. Alfirin looked at the picture with some dismay, and quickly crumpled it up and threw it behind her chair. Now there was a problem. If this wedding did not eventuate then the chances of her being paid for all her labour was remote. Not to mention the expensive copies of all the pictures that she had drawn that would not now be required for friends and family. She could see her expected profit flying away out of her reach, and that she would not tolerate. Quickly standing, and grabbing a drink from a passing waiter she approached Ture, and bowed. "Your health my Lady", said Alfirin "Something is troubling you? This approaching marriage is making all your friends very happy, yet you seem downcast."

by **elfetawen** » Mon Nov 11, 2002 10:10 am

Lossë turned from the bar with her customary Morimatra wine in hand, the spicy, dark amber drink that she had acquired a taste for in her travels. The man at the door had taken her cloak but she had kept her sketch bag with her. She wore the same silver shirt and embroidered black leather tunic as she had at the last festival but she ignored the lapse. After all, the money had been better spent on the paints that she had needed.

by **Turelie_Lurea** » Mon Nov 11, 2002 2:14 pm

At Alfirin's words, Lurea's eyes widened and her throat constricted, lips drawing into a prim line. How did the artist know? How dare she bring such a topic forward? What impertinence! Lurea stood at her full height, no longer the short hobbit-height she had shortened herself to for her dear hobbit, but a threatening figure queenlike in her fury. How dare a worker confront her with such words! As though she knew the princess's heart! What effrontery! Teeth clenched, her voice low, chin held high in pride, she responded to Alfirin: I thank thee for thy toast, but it is improper to approach a lady with such terms upon thy tongue in such a moment! Nothing ails me but a trifling headache from my ride here. How dare you entertain such ridiculous notions! I do not wish to be embarrassed before my friends on a false matter. Stormy grey eyes flashing with the flickers of lightning, the weatherspeller sat once more. (OOC: Nessa, don't worry, I still like you <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> But I'm sure you recognize the defense-mechanism....)

by **Eyriel** » Mon Nov 11, 2002 9:59 pm

Eyriel stood with Leoba, Lurea, and the others, but hung back a bit, not taking part in the conversation. She wasn't much of a talker, and preferred to simply listen. A tall, well-formed waiter offered her a glass of wine, but Eyriel refused and opted instead for a glass of ice water. She didn't have much of a taste for wine; besides, she was feeling rather dehydrated after her long trek to the party. Ever the peace-maker, Eyriel put a comforting hand on Ture's shoulder and gave Alfirin a reassuring look but said nothing as the Elven-lady scolded the artist. Though she did not know all the details of Ture's romantic past, she understood enough to recognize the defense mechanism Eyriel herself had used on more than one occassion, though usually less harshly. While she was still rather young by both human and elven standards, Eyriel was certainly not immune to the fragility and fervour of the heart. For a brief moment her thoughts drifted to memories of her bittersweet stay in Rivendell, but she quickly pulled herself back to the present, determined to comfort her friend. She was, after all, getting married in three short days, and though it might seem to Ture like a whole world of happiness and adventure was falling behind her forever, Eyriel knew that the life ahead would be even more joyfull and wonderful. How jealous she suddenly was...

by **Nessamelda** » Mon Nov 11, 2002 11:02 pm

OOC No offense taken! (I am not Alfirin and this is RP not RL! ) IC: Alfirin stepped back as the tall elven lady faced her. If she had not had a task to carry out she would have left at once. She might be a paid employee here, but she was a Duchess, if only by marriage, and would never forget that; her blood was pure Numenorean, and she had the proud nature of her people, even if she was not herself nobly born. But for once, tact overcame her natural reaction to bite back. At least until this task was over and full payment had been made..... She bowed again to the angry Ture and spoke very softly, that only the two of them might hear. "My lady, I meant no offense. I realise that I do not count as your friend here; yet although I am a poor woman forced to work for my living, yet still I am a woman, who has loved and known marriage and happiness, although that was all too quickly torn away from me. " Alfirin paused. Her face softened a little and she gave a rueful smile: "Often it is easier for those who are not close to see another's troubles. And I have a gift of seeing through my art some of the secrets in the hearts of others." She held up the remains of the crumpled picture so that only Ture could see the echo of the past that it contained. "I fancy that any headache that you have has little to do with the journey. May I help you? Sometimes talking to a stranger can ease the mind."

by **Iavas_Saar** » Tue Nov 12, 2002 5:04 am

clipety-clop clipety-clop clipety-clop The horse trotted along by the lake that glittered with starlight. On its back sat a hooded figure, with a cloak dropping down to his big boots in the stirrups. The Lonely Mountain blocked out the starlight ahead. Strains of laughter, song and mischieve lilted through the cool night air from up ahead, along with the occasional squawk. Reaching the top of the incline, the horseman looked down towards a building brightly lit, a gold halo against the flanks of the great mountain. But were the maidens in that den of sin ready for the 'numenorian' experience?? clipety-clop clipety-clop clipety-clop

by **nienor-niniel** » Tue Nov 12, 2002 5:46 am

Coming back from the kitchen, where she had dried herself at a friendly fire, with the more than gentle company of eyriel, Nienor-Niniel still felt a bit wet, stupid and clumsy, but anyway this little incident had chased all dark thought for her mind, and she felt in the right mood for a cheerful party- especially as one the magnificient young fellows from Dale who were keeping the place, took care of her. Are you hurt? Is there anything I could do for you, to make you forget this little stumble? Do you feel comfortable? So much sollicitation and care bemused her -and looking closer, she just decide to accept any help or company proposed - this was only one evening, something that wouldn't happen so soon again, and hadn't happened for along time. And she didn't know where Bardwhyn had found this bounch of good-looking guys, but they were surely the perfect decoration for an evening like this. So she smiled, then sighed, trying to look desperate, My ankle still hurts. I would like to stay seated - could you please find my a seat, get my flute on the saddle of my horse, close to which you might find a gift for Turelie. I you could bring these back to me along with a glass of champagne. The young man smiled back - and that made him even better looking - and answered: I'm at your service. I hope so murmured N-N, and nodded mentally she must ask for his name, the nexte time.

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