rwhen
Gettin' Older
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The past few days were so full of activities and planned events that rwhen hardly could keep up with it all, time seemed to actually fly by and then it was three days later. 
She had to sit down before heading for the ball and collect her thoughts. Bril had seemed to finally understand that she only cared who did the very best in MoME, her father would sink or swim based on how he faired in the different competitions.
The bribes this year were lovely as usual, she straighted her tiara a bit and smoothed down the lovely broach on her shoulder as she popped a delicious chocolate in her mouth.
It was lovely to see Erinhue make it through the whole contest this year and OaF Theoden certainly made an impression. Especially his ball gown, outfit..erm, thing,
rwhen continued her contemplation,
LKoR Eomer had given a wonderful performance again this year and the bribes were brilliant. Then there was Aragorn, how could you make that man look bad under most any circumstances, he had sure lived up to his legend. Then there was Boromir. The caber toss was still fresh in rwhen's mind, or was that the lemonaide? Roac had performed well in his first ever MoME. I mean for a bird and all, he did remarkably well.
*sigh* All these thought milled about in the mind of the judge as she gave touch ups to her make up and hair.
Finally, she was
dressed
and ready for the final festivities. Her gown was scotchguarded from head to toe, in anticipation of a finale food fight again this MoME.
When she arrived at the ball, most of the contestants were there and she found the judges table easily enough. Scanning the crowd, she looked for Bril and her father. She really wanted at least one dance before he returned to Imladris.
*tbc*
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Love is as big or as little as a hug!!
Always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last opportunity you have to do so.
I will always treasure and remember your appreciation. Thank you. -2007 WCA's
Overwhelmed by your support and appreciation. Thank you. - 2008 WCA's
The Expected Party!!
is now on the road to Gondor to celebrate. Join us.
Also trying to get
Tyg and Maedhros wed.
and getting into trouble with
Rally The Eldar.
Time out of Mind, forever bound to my Knight Ayslhyn
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IrisBrandybuck
Insanity runs in my family...it practiacally gallops!
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Posted: Mon Nov 3, 2008 6:56 am |
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Iris officially gave up. Grasping Rose by the elbow, she guided her fellow hobbit back to the hotel. "We've got to change for the final bit," she said. "What do you have that's stain-proof?"
"Stain proof?" Rose was still in shock from Elrond's "performance."
"Yes...the beginning food fight was nothing compared to how things usually end...lessee...I think I have something in teflon..."
"Teflon?!?" Rose squeaked.
"It's actually quite comfortable," Iris closed the door and began rummaging through her trunk. "Ah, here we are...I think this will fit you nicely." She held up a lovely dress.
"I thought you said..."
"Trust me."
"Okay..." Rose took the hanger and disappeared into the bathroom. Iris sighed, sinking down into a nearby chair. "There can't be any more chances of hobbit insults...I think Rose will be fine." she muttered to herself. "Poor Bril...I hope HE survives!"
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Some people are like slinkys--not really good for anything but they bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs.
When you work at a newspaper, you have to live with the fact that a certain number of people think you are out to get them.
"Democracy is two wolves and a lamb deciding what's for dinner. Liberty is a well armed lamb contesting the decision." -Benjamin Franklin
"The nearest thing to eternal life we will ever see on this earth is a government program."— President Ronald Reagan
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SilverScribe
Scribe, Wanderer, Warrior ... Bard of Rhudaur
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Posted: Mon Nov 3, 2008 3:26 pm |
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Between the dinner and desert courses, Scribbles amused herself by potting olives at anyone within range, and a few outside the normal human range besides . . .
Zoe was running her hand over one of Eomer's sleeves. "I don't think I've ever felt real silk," she murmured.
"And you haven't yet," Scribbles cut in with a rakish wink at both Zoe and the Living King of Rohan ™.
"What do you mean?" Eomer asked casually, smoothing down the beautiful brocade of his waistcoat for at least the seventh time.
"I mean," Scribbles replied, "that what you think is fine silk and linen and brocade, is actually the best in space age spun-fibre-plas. Or at least that's what the salesman called it."
"Wow," Zoe said, "that stuff is worth it's weight in everything precious you want to name, gold, silver, plasma cores . . . diamonds the size of tes . . . "
Scribbles held up a warning hand and looked around quickly. "Ah, keep it family friendly, remember?" she reminded Zoe.
"Test tubes, big ones," Zoe finished with a smile.
"But what was wrong with real silk, linen and brocade?" Eomer asked, eyeing his tuxedo sleeve suspiciously, as if it was about to grow three toothy heads and devour him whole.
Zoe laughed and pointed at his waistcoat. "What's wrong is that if you'd been wearing it, the front of your vest would be sporting twin gravy stains! As it is, you haven't left a trace of anything."
Eomer glanced at his hands, then at his vest, then looked up and grinned. "Is it waterproof?" he asked Zoe.
She nodded vigourously. "Yep, And stain proof and fire resistant. Only one drawback to it . . ."
"And that is?" Eomer asked. Zoe leaned over and whispered in his ear. Eomer reddened but said nothing more than a mild . . .
"Oh."
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Scribe, Student, Istari understudy, Bookworm, Lore Seeker, Warrior, Wanderer, Poet, Storyteller and General Nuisance.
~Bard of Renown(with Title), Bards Guild | Second Mate, Mariners Guild | Bunch 'o White Council Awards 2002-2006; An embarrassment of riches . . .
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January 28, 2010 - Gone home to Glory.
Rest in Peace Roger. We miss you.
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notlistening
Stupid Ring, stupid Quest, stupid Fellowship.
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Posted: Mon Nov 3, 2008 5:08 pm |
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“I must say this is a mighty fine party.” Mal said, filling his plate with all kinds of foods. Some of his taste combinations left a lot to be desired but as notlistening didn’t have to eat it, she was fine with his choices. As long as he didn’t make waves amongst the other guests. She nodded to the Scribe and Zoë at Eomer’s table as they crossed the dance floor to their own. Aragorn had to side step Haldir and Legolas’s enthusiastic dancing, lest he still his food. As it was, Haldir’s high kick knocked a plate of olives flying across the room. A team of waiters scurried after the slippery bouncing things, crawling under table cloths and avoiding twirling dancers before someone slipped up and all hell broke loose.
They settled at their table. A waiter lit the candelabra and poured the champagne before politely bowing and leaving.
“So” Mal said, a chicken wing in one hand, a lamb shank in the other. “What are the chances of winning this thing?”
“Slim. About as likely as one of your jobs going smooth.” nl told him, sipping a spoonful of soup.
“Hey! My thieving skills…that is to say, all the jobs...well some of the jobs I take on…” Mal trailed off, tearing a bit of chicken with his teeth as he gathered his thoughts.
“I thought I did rather well against the others. They are all worthy opponents. Elrond’s a bit of a head scratcher but none the less, we acquitted ourselves as best we could with the help at hand.” Aragorn said, glaring at Mal.
“You stuck a thorn in the other contestant’s paw. That tickles me a bit. nl put this crew together with the promise of winning...which honest judges make harder every year. Come a day there won't be room for naughty men like us to slip about at all. This job goes south, there well may not be another. So here is us, on the raggedy edge.” Mal growled, his fluffy, cuddly self gone for a moment. “So we’d better win. By fair or foul means.”
“”What are you saying? You have rigged it for me to win?” Aragorn scoffed.
“What have you done, Mal?” nl was getting a little worried. Mal wasn’t normally serious unless his butt was on the line. Had he made a bad bet with Badger and could end up losing Serenity if Aragorn lost? Surely he wouldn’t be that stoopid?
“Nothing.” Mal mumbled.
“He’s starting to damage my calm.” Aragorn said, clearly annoyed. “I want to win, but not at the expense of trickery.”
“I knew I should have worked for Tooks…” Mal sighed, taking another bite of his meat.
“Just tell me what you have planned.” nl asked. Mal leaned over and whispered in her ear. Her eyes widened and she began to smile. She looked over at Eomer who was wiping gravy from his glittery vest. The Scribe raised a glass towards their table.
“Shiny. Let's be bad guys.” nl grinned, returning the gesture.
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rwhen
Gettin' Older
Alliance: Grey Havens
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Posted: Wed Nov 5, 2008 11:23 am |
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Except for a few olives being tossed about by someone, the festivities seemed rather calm for a MoME closing banquet. Maybe she hadn't needed the Scotchguarded dress afterall. It was getting late and Rwhen was full. Time for judging and getting home again. Waving a fond farewell to the other two judges, she headed back to her room, but before she left she could swear she heard notlistening say something about being bad and thought it was a good time to exit.
On her way out she ran into Bril and Elrond.
"Well I never really got the dance I wanted father. Now I am retiring to review my notes and vote for this years winner of MoME."
"You WILL be voting for me," Elrond raised one eyebrow.
"Father, I will vote for the right person, you can count on that. If it is to be you then it will be so. If it is not, then try harder next year. I am sure you can find more costumes to shock and amaze." She looked to Bril.
"Honestly, rwhen I had nothing to do with the choices."
"I am sure you had much to do with all things that happened this year to my father. Will you be returning to Imladris?"
Bril looked hopeful, "why, do you want me to?"
"Indeed I do. I have in mind to go hunting with you, would you like that?"
Bril shivered from head to toe. "Count me in."
Rwhen left the pair and finally found her room. Settling herself for contemplation, she munched on late night lembas left by Rose for her and made notes.
"This is going to be really hard."
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Love is as big or as little as a hug!!
Always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last opportunity you have to do so.
I will always treasure and remember your appreciation. Thank you. -2007 WCA's
Overwhelmed by your support and appreciation. Thank you. - 2008 WCA's
The Expected Party!!
is now on the road to Gondor to celebrate. Join us.
Also trying to get
Tyg and Maedhros wed.
and getting into trouble with
Rally The Eldar.
Time out of Mind, forever bound to my Knight Ayslhyn
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RoseMorninStar
Don't tell me the sky is the limit when there are footprints on the Moon.
Alliance: The Shire
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Posted: Wed Nov 5, 2008 2:23 pm |
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Rosie thanked Iris for all of her help. She is a bit puzzled by the offer of a teflon dress, but it actually looked mighty pretty.. and the fabric doesn't feel too bad either.
Rose runs into the huge powder room/bathing area/ dressing room set aside for her to get dressed for the finale of MoME.. she can hardly believe it is almost over. As she as she takes a luxurious bubble bath she closes her eyes and goes over the past month in her head. It's going to be a tough call. There were so many amazing things she had seen in the past month. The clothes.. woah.. the clothes  the events.. the poetry.. the mayhem.. and that delicious lemonade... *sigh* she could use a little of that right about now.
This was certainly a new world for a hobbit who had never been far from the Shire.
Time to get dressed and go over the ballots. Rose dried off and came out of the bathroom..
"Well, Iris my dear, what do you think?"
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''The content of your character is your choice. Day by day, what you choose, what you think, and what you do is who you become. Your integrity is your destiny...it is the light that guides your way.'' ~ Heraclitus
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notlistening
Stupid Ring, stupid Quest, stupid Fellowship.
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Posted: Wed Nov 5, 2008 5:02 pm |
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"Well, Iris my dear, what do you think?" Mal said, holding a silver tray with a cool jug of lemonade on it, beads of condensation slipping down the sides. He placed it on the table and poured her a glass.
Rose blushed a pretty shade as beads of perspiration appeared on her face as well. "How did you get in here?" she asked, clutching her bathrobe around herself.
"It's what I do, darlin'" he said with a saucy wink. "now I've come to escort you to the banquet. His majesty King Aragorn is anxious for a dance with such a lovely jduge. He extends his compliments to you and hopes you enjoy the lemonade." Mal sketched a bow and went to teh door. "I'll be waiting outside for you."
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notlistening
Stupid Ring, stupid Quest, stupid Fellowship.
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Posted: Wed Nov 5, 2008 5:21 pm |
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notlistening stopped rwhen before she left the banqueting hall. She curtsied as best one could in a skin tight mithril dress and handed the judge a white crystal rose. It changed to a deep purple as rwhen touched it. She raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow in surprise.
"Compliments of his majesty, King Elessar of Gondor. He was wondering if you would join him for a late candlelight supper on the balcony later this evening?"
"Well, I'd...that is to say...can I think about it?" the elven princess stalled.
"Of course. I didn't mean to put you on the spot. Excuse me.' nl said, walking away with a sly grin. "two down...one to go."
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notlistening
Stupid Ring, stupid Quest, stupid Fellowship.
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Posted: Wed Nov 5, 2008 5:35 pm |
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Aragorn was dragged up the stairs to Tygarya's room. On the end of solid gold chains were two beautiful twin black panther cubs, wearing jewel encrusted collars. They sniffed the air, obviously aware that there was another big cat in the vicinity. Or at least a shape changer who was at times a black panther her own self. They were purring softly, deep in their throats. Aragorn gave them each a pat and knocked on the door. Tyg's valet opened the door and the kittens pushed their way into the royal suite, looking for Tygarya.
"Uh, good evening. Sorry for the intrusion this late in the evening. Please accept these rare panther cubs as a token of my esteem for the lady Tygarya." he bowed deeply, turned and walked back to the lift.
"Hey! What am I to do with...stop that! Get off the bed..why you little..." the valet screeched as the cubs began playing tug a war with the fluffy pillows, causing a snow storm of feathers.
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rowanberry
In dancing she delights
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Posted: Thu Nov 6, 2008 9:26 am |
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Rowan enjoyed the banquet and danced with all the contestants (the dresses of some of them were a sight to see!), but at some point, she withdrew to the bar and ordered a bottle of their best red wine.
Sipping her wine, she looked back over this past month. This year, the MoME had been somehow... well, she didn't know what. Different... Or maybe it was just that she herself was different now? So much had happened to her since the last contest...
Well, now she just had to wait for the votes from the judges, and host the awards ceremonies.
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SilverScribe
Scribe, Wanderer, Warrior ... Bard of Rhudaur
Alliance: Angband
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Location: In the wild . . .
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Posted: Thu Nov 6, 2008 6:31 pm |
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"She's up to something."
"You think?" Scribbles sipped at her after dinner Single Malt and glanced at Zoe.
"I know it," Zoe returned. "I got the same feelin' about that trollop that got herself married to Mal."
"Yep, I heard he married himself a powerful ugly woman," Scribbles answered.
"No, that was Jayne," Zoe chuckled.
"Isn't Jayne a girl's name?" Eomer asked, completely lost.
"You can't be Lost here," Scribbles commented. "Different thing altogether, it's not even a movie or a book but a TV series. Totally out of context. Narrator, strike that description," Scribbles ordered.
- Take Two -
"Isn't Jayne a girl's name?" Eomer asked, puzzled. He had just returned from dancing with one of the judges.
"Yeah. Long story, different time, different 'verse. Don't sweat it Your Majesty," Zoe answered, giving Eomer a comforting slap on the back.
"Back to notlistening," Scribbles drawled. "What do you think she's up to then?"
"Nothing good for us," Zoe shot back. "If I was a betting woman, I'd lay my money on last minute bribes."
Scribbles laughed. "Oh, that's par for the course at this particular shindig. No worries Zoe. We'll do fine."
"We will?" Eomer asked.
"Of course," Scribbles chuckled. "Remember?
' Because I'm blonde,
And I'm built,
And I look the absolute bomb
in a Kilt.'
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"Oh, that," Eomer sighed, then blushed. "I hope no one took offense. In retrospect, that seems rather bold and naughty."
"Just the way the judges like 'em," Scribbles answered.
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Scribe, Student, Istari understudy, Bookworm, Lore Seeker, Warrior, Wanderer, Poet, Storyteller and General Nuisance.
~Bard of Renown(with Title), Bards Guild | Second Mate, Mariners Guild | Bunch 'o White Council Awards 2002-2006; An embarrassment of riches . . .
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January 28, 2010 - Gone home to Glory.
Rest in Peace Roger. We miss you.
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RoseMorninStar
Don't tell me the sky is the limit when there are footprints on the Moon.
Alliance: The Shire
Last Visited: 07 Feb 2010
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Posts: 8715
Location: North Shire, USA
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Posted: Thu Nov 6, 2008 6:58 pm |
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:Rose squealed in surprise as she exited the bathroom when she found the outer room occupied not only by Iris, but also by Mal. The lemonade did look tasty however.
Embarrassed, she made sure her fluffy rose colored robe was tightly closed around her as water puddled on the floor. Rose accepted the lemonade. She wondered at Mal's words. She was tongue-tied. Not only was she flattered.. she was trying to get her hobbity mind how she, as a hobbit lass, would
physically
dance with the tall ranger-King.
As she sipped the lemonade she realized she had a lot of work to do.. she needed to finish tallying up the ballots and get dressed! There was no time to waste!
She put on the dress Iris had given her.. hey..
Teflon dresses
aren't that bad.
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''The content of your character is your choice. Day by day, what you choose, what you think, and what you do is who you become. Your integrity is your destiny...it is the light that guides your way.'' ~ Heraclitus
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notlistening
Stupid Ring, stupid Quest, stupid Fellowship.
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Posted: Thu Nov 6, 2008 7:23 pm |
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nl, Mal and Aragorn rendezvoused back at their table in the banquet hall. A troll waiter delivered a round of malt beers to their table.
"So, we all done with the bribing?" Mal asked, his eyes sparkling.
"All went like clockwork, from what I can gather." nl said, wathcing the other contestants over the lip of her glass. She didn't like the way Scribbles and her entourage were looking her way.
"The lady Tygarya was absent from her room,
for which I was mighty grateful...
otherwise my delivery went fine." Aragorn told them.
"See, doing the impossible makes us mighty." Mal grinned, draining his beer mug and wiping his mouth. "Speaking of impossible, you think I should ask the Scribe for a dance? May be my last chance?"
"May be your last act!" nl replied, laughing at the very idea.
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rowanberry
In dancing she delights
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Posted: Fri Nov 7, 2008 9:02 am |
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"What do you mean -
missing
?" Rowan was upset.
"I'm sorry, m'lady, but it really seems that one of the envelopes with the votes is missing. I'm sure that I had all three of them when I placed them on your table, but when I went back to check for sure, there were only two." One of the three Bobs was gravely addressing the MC. "I looked everywhere I thought it could have fallen, but didn't find it. I'm afraid that someone might have snatched it, as unlikely as it may sound."
Rowan jumped up and slammed her palm on the bar. "Those dastardly raccoons are behind this for sure!" she exclaimed. "Uncle Guido and Two-fingered Tony... Come, we better search the whole house and the near surroundings for them! And when I get those filthy furballs into my hands..."
She stormed away, with the dwarf in tow.
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truehobbit
blithe and bonny
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Location: back in the land of make-believe
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Posted: Fri Nov 7, 2008 1:58 pm |
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Sir Vorominya, dressed in a bathing outfit that modesty (and the TOS) forbid to post here, jumped onto the podium to recite his lake-themed poem.
He cleared his throat, and with a dramatic gesture began...
Oh lake so cold, oh lake so wet
A cat cannot abide thee
But in thy depths are fish so fat
Which would be great inside me.
And so I prowl and so I scowl
And linger on thy beaches
And when the moon is up I howl
That huntsmen wet their breeches.
Ah, Nennie, sweet, ah, Nennie dear.
If only thou wouldst hear me
I know to me thou wouldst appear!
And I would love to eat thee!
He took a bow amid a stunned silence from the audience.
He strode over towards where hobby sat, drowsy.
"I think I did well", he said with pride.
"Er, yes, I'm sure you did!" hobby said, as emphatically as she could. "It's just that, well, we're a bit late, you know..."
"LATE?" Sir Vorominya cried. "IMPOSSIBLE!"
He looked around himself and realised everybody was already wearing evening dress and getting ready for the awards ceremony.
"How could that happen? I must get dressed. Dressed in bathing outfit when everybody else is in evening dress! Unthinkable!"
And with that he hurried off.
A few minutes later, he reappeared,
dressed to the ninth, and ready to go to partayyy!
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Join the madness at
MoST
(Man of Star Trek) this month! 
Sing me a story of heroes of the Shire,
Muddling through, brave and true,
Stubborn as bindweed and tough as old briar,
Never too showy or grand,
Year after year they persevere,
Now and for always.
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...for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion
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RoseMorninStar
Don't tell me the sky is the limit when there are footprints on the Moon.
Alliance: The Shire
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Posted: Fri Nov 7, 2008 6:28 pm |
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::Rosie clapped with utter delight at Sir V.'s poem recital, although his risque swimwear made her blush. She was very happy to see the that the cat had returned and wondered where he'd been.. and what he'd seen::
After the dapper cat had changed into more suitable evening wear, Rose walked up to congratulate Sir V. on the lovely poem,
"Oh Sir Vorominya, what a lovely poem! It is a great misfortune that I have already handed in my ballots. I hope you have enjoyed participating in MoME and wish you only the very best once all of the votes have been tallied. Enjoy your evening!" Rose also shook hands with Hobby and told her it had been a pleasure meeting her and hoped they might meet again some day. Then she wandered off.. finishing her rounds.
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''The content of your character is your choice. Day by day, what you choose, what you think, and what you do is who you become. Your integrity is your destiny...it is the light that guides your way.'' ~ Heraclitus
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SilverScribe
Scribe, Wanderer, Warrior ... Bard of Rhudaur
Alliance: Angband
Last Visited: 08 Feb 2010
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Location: In the wild . . .
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Posted: Fri Nov 7, 2008 8:15 pm |
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Captain Tightpants said:
"See, doing the impossible makes us mighty." Mal grinned, draining his beer mug and wiping his mouth. "Speaking of impossible, you think I should ask the Scribe for a dance? May be my last chance?"
Scribbles, with the sharp elven hearing of her mother's kin, could not help but overhear this particular remark. She smiled charmingly at Mal, and when he turned away to say more witty things to his tablemates, Scribbles pegged him in the back of the head with a hard, dried dinner roll, followed by a hail of olive pits.
Eomer scowled at her. She shrugged. "Seems a waste of good leftovers not to . . . "
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Scribe, Student, Istari understudy, Bookworm, Lore Seeker, Warrior, Wanderer, Poet, Storyteller and General Nuisance.
~Bard of Renown(with Title), Bards Guild | Second Mate, Mariners Guild | Bunch 'o White Council Awards 2002-2006; An embarrassment of riches . . .
~,~.~.~.~.~.~.~
January 28, 2010 - Gone home to Glory.
Rest in Peace Roger. We miss you.
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rowanberry
In dancing she delights
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Posted: Sat Nov 8, 2008 8:02 am |
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Uncle Guido tried to look innocent, but didn't quite manage it, being held by the neck by a sturdy and mean-looking dwarf, and being tickled with a short sword by the infuriated MC. Of course, Rowan could never have
really
hurt the raccoon - torturing animals or killing them unnecessarily was definitely an Orcish thing, and would only be done by those corrupted Elves that Morgoth had lured to his side somewhere in the beginning of time - but, of course, the creature couldn't know it.
"All right, now. For the last time: Where did you hide that envelope?" she hissed.
The raccoon gulped and pointed at the drawer in Louie's room, where he (of course) had been hiding. Rowan went to look, and indeed, there under some empty cans of sardines and some other leftovers, there was a grubby envelope encrusted with the MoME logo.
"All right, now I'll have to check if this really is the genuine one..." she said, throwing a flaming look at the raccoon, and opened the envelope. There, she found the ballot, filled with Rwhen's familiar handwriting.
"Good, it really looks like this is the one. You can let him go, Bob. But, if I catch him just once again trying some sabotage..." She made a cutthroat gesture that said more than words.
Great.
Now
she could finally tally the points.
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rowanberry
In dancing she delights
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Posted: Sat Nov 8, 2008 11:22 am |
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So, finally, the moment was here.
The band was playing some soft and entertaining music. The audience was sitting at the small tables in the ballroom, the contestants and their sponsors closest to the stage. The judges shared their own table on the platform on one side of the room; Tygarya and Rwhen were sipping wine, Rose had a pint of ale in front of her.
Rowanberry stepped on the stage.
"Esteemed participants of MoME 2008, their sponsors, ladies and gentlemen! Now, the judges have made their decisions, and it's time to present the awards!
"Again this year, there are several awards in different categories. Our first award isn't for actual merits in the MoME, though, but is presented by the Innkeepers' Guild of the Shire for the best Hobbit contestant. As there was just one Hobbit participating this year, this Pub Crawl Award - free ale for a year - goes to Hamfast Gamgee!
"And now, to the different category awards..."
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rowanberry
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rowanberry
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Posted: Sat Nov 8, 2008 11:54 am |
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"Then, awards for the different dress themes:
Best Kilt:
Elrond!
Best Swimwear:
Éomer!
Best Evening Wear:
Théoden!
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rowanberry
In dancing she delights
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Posted: Sat Nov 8, 2008 12:08 pm |
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"It has been a custom to present awards for some special achievements as well, and this year doesn't make any exception. So, I give you...
The Sexiest Contestant:
Éomer!
The Funniest Contestant:
Elrond!
The Most Inventive Contestant:
Roac!
Contestant with Best Complimentary Gifts:
Éomer!
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rowanberry
In dancing she delights
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Posted: Sat Nov 8, 2008 12:20 pm |
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"And now, ladies and gentlemen, to the best three of the contestants in general.
"I must say that, the competition was hard, and the top three contestants were extremely even. Anyway, in the end, the order was clear.
"So, ladies and gentlemen, I present you the contestant who placed third, and he is...
Aragorn!
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rowanberry
In dancing she delights
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Posted: Sat Nov 8, 2008 12:24 pm |
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"And, on the second place, by a very narrow margin...
Elrond!
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rowanberry
In dancing she delights
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Posted: Sat Nov 8, 2008 12:32 pm |
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"And now, ladies and gentlemen - who will be the Male of Middle-earth 2008?
"Like I said, the contest was very even, and the result might well have been other. But, a winner emerged, and he is, who else but -
*drumroll*
The Living King of Rohan™,
Éomer!
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Tookish_Traveler
Tookaburra
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Posted: Sat Nov 8, 2008 4:26 pm |
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Tooks smacked Boromir on the top of his helmet.
"Lookit that! You didn't win!!!"
Boromir rubbed his head. "So? At least we got rid of the smelly horseboy from this pageant."
"Hmmmm...so true...next year...YOU could be the handsome hunk!"
Boromir beamed.
"But you have to lose the hat."
"What? NO!"
"Yep. Come on...let's dress for dinner...."
"But...but..." was heard as Tooks dragged him down the hall.
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An excited Ensign Ricky beams down for MoST....
RIP, Ricky.
___
My attempt at
52 weeks
for 2010!
I kept this link just because it's too darn good!!
Star Trek meets Monty Python
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notlistening
Stupid Ring, stupid Quest, stupid Fellowship.
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Posted: Sat Nov 8, 2008 9:25 pm |
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"Woo hoo!" nl cried and jumped up and down.
"What are you making all that racket for?" Mal asked, scowling. "We didn't win!"
"Yes, but Scribbles did so that good news!" nl said, grabbing a bottle of champagne and heading for the Scribe's table where Eomer looked a bit stunned.
"3rd huh?" Aragorn said. "Not too shabby."
"You want me to remind me that your father in law beat you wearing gril clothes..."
Suddenly a champagne cork landed in Mal's mouth a put an end to a conversation that could only end in violence.
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Cute_and_CuddlyRaccoons
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Posted: Sun Nov 9, 2008 9:10 am |
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Roac preened.
"See that? Most inventive. Birds, especially ravens, are VERY intelligent."
"Bah," Louie answered. "I didn't have time to do justice to MoME this year. Just wait til next time. We will wow them. We will win!!!"
"Burrrrrrrrrrp!" was Roac's response.
"What's your problem?"
"I ate too many cheetos. They are going right through me."
"Well take a flyover the horseboy there. It'll serve him right."
Roac cawed in the affirmative and flew off into the air....
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SilverScribe
Scribe, Wanderer, Warrior ... Bard of Rhudaur
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Posted: Sun Nov 9, 2008 3:46 pm |
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"Shhhhh, I think the awards are starting," Zoe interrupted. Scribbles and the Living King of Rohan ™ were in the thick of a heated discussion about the merits and possible drawbacks of chain mail versus boiled leather.
Eomer sat up a little straighter. Scribbles signalled the waiter for another three fingers of fine Single Malt. Cornelius chose this moment to return from a third trip to the dessert buffet bearing yet another large plate of various sticky sweet confections. He offered the plate around the table and when everyone shook their heads no, he happily tucked in.
They all applauded and cheered as each of the categories and their winners were announced. Zoe beamed in delight at the Stand Up Comedy category, poking Scribbles hard in the ribs and grinning. "See? I told you it was funny!!" Scribbles witheld any comments . . .
"Ah, I see Elronds little hot pink kilt was a hit," she said instead, then smiled at Eomer. "I think maybe next year, at least one of your outfits will be pink, BRIGHT pink."
"I'm not sure pink is my colour," Eomer chuckled. "But I'm glad it worked for Elrond. Speaking of which, what do you know about his sponsor, this Bril character?"
Scribbles shrugged. "Not much at the moment, but I can assure you, I'll know more before this week is out." Zoe laughed. "Is that a promise Scribe, or a threat?" Scribbles grinned wickedly. "Perhaps a little of both . . ."
"I think my workout programme is directly responsible for the swimwear award," Zoe commented, casually checking out the fingernails of one hand and then polishing them on her vest as she smiled sweetly at the Living King of Rohan ™. Eomer blushed profusely then turned his attention to applauding his Uncle Theoden for the Evening Wear award.
"You made "Sexiest" again!" Scribbles observed, heartily pleased. "I
knew
that leather kilt was a good idea . . . "
The applause continued as more awards were announced and handed out. Cornelius blushed and grinned with delight when Eomer bowed his head in the fat monk's direction in thanks and recognition. "I am delighted that the judges approved of your most discerning taste in bri . . . er, tokens of esteem," Eomer commented. Cornelius winked micheviously. "Is to be fortunate that this most humble and wretched self could be of assistance in this year's endeavors," he answered between mouthfuls of chocolate mousse and Crème Caramel. "Ah, you just come for the food," Scribbles laughed, which brought a new rosiness to the monk's already flushed face.
Then the moment had arrived. The countdown . . .
They all cheered and whistled loudly as Aragorn's name was announced, then Elrond's. But when Eomer's name was called out, the Living King of Rohan ™ stopped suddenly, wide eyed with shock.
"What?!" he gulped as both Zoe and the Scribe pounded him on the back in congratulations. "You mean . . . me?"
"Is there another contestant named Eomer?" Scribbles asked, laughing.
"Um, no," Eomer answered sheepishly, then grinned.
"I think you should go accept it now," Zoe pointed out. "I hope you wrote an acceptance speech," she added.
Eomer gaped. "Oh gads, no, I never thought, I mean I figured Aragorn or . . . Boromir . . . so I didn't . . ."
"Relax, I figured why not and wrote a few notes for you," Zoe purred, tucking a slip of parchment into Eomer's now nerveless fingers. "Go on, giddyup now, get up there and say your thank you's."
The Living King of Rohan ™ did as he was told and in a daze, mounted the stage. He bowed and kissed rowanberry's hand, then turned his most dazzling, smouldering smile on the judges table, blowing each and every one of them a kiss before turning back to the audience.
"Well, first of all, let me say that I have been honoured again this year to be a part of such a prestigious company of contestants. I salute you all as fellow Men of Middle Earth . . . " He was interrupted by a harrumphing caw from Roac . . . "Sorry," he smiled, " I salute you all as fellow
Males
of Middle Earth."
"I'd like to . . . " He unfolded the piece of paper in his hand and began to read . . . "remember the pulmonary stimulators and the cardiac, um . . . infusers?" His brows drew together and his voice dropped slightly . . . " cortical electrodes?" A sudden loud cough from the audience drew his gaze upward to where Zoe was making a cutting motion across her throat.
'Sorry, wrong notes!!'
she mouthed at him then shrugged and held out her hands in a gesture of apology.
Eomer crumpled the paper into his fist and blushed, smiling at the expectant and somewhat puzzled faces he could see at the closest tables. He remembered that he was nothing if not a King and a King had to be on his toes at all times. "Ah right, no more comedy . . . " He smiled a little more broadly as this drew a smattering of chuckles . . . "I just want to say that I'm stunned and of course, pleased as punch to be chosen the 2008 Male of Middle Earth. I want to thank the judges for this honour, and my team for kidnapp . . . er, convincing me to compete one more time. Erm, that's all . . . I guess . . . thank you again and um, everyone enjoy the rest of the evening . . ."
Scribbles and Cornelius were convulsed in laughter as Eomer rejoined their table. Zoe however, was mortified. "Oh your Majesty, I'm so sorry, I don't know how I managed to mix the notes up . . ."
Eomer glared at her for a few minutes then burst into laughter himself. "Oh, it doesn't matter now Lady Zoe. The drinks are on me!" he finished, signalling a waiter. "Please send a half dozen of your finest bottles of Champagne to the Judges Table," he instructed, tucking several gold coins into the waiter's vest pocket. "And one to each of the other contestants, except Roac. Send him a nice suet pudding filled with sweet corn, okay?"
"Is to be thinking, oh Scribe, that your most dangerous self will have to be finding another fortunate individual . . ." Cornelius began . . .
". . . to torment, torture, browbeat unmercifully . . . " Eomer continued . . .
" . . . and otherwise, effectively strongarm into doing this," Zoe finished.
Scribbles sighed.
"Perhaps," she answered as nl, Mal and Aragorn headed their way. "Then again, perhaps not."
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Scribe, Student, Istari understudy, Bookworm, Lore Seeker, Warrior, Wanderer, Poet, Storyteller and General Nuisance.
~Bard of Renown(with Title), Bards Guild | Second Mate, Mariners Guild | Bunch 'o White Council Awards 2002-2006; An embarrassment of riches . . .
~,~.~.~.~.~.~.~
January 28, 2010 - Gone home to Glory.
Rest in Peace Roger. We miss you.
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Cute_and_CuddlyRaccoons
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Posted: Sun Nov 9, 2008 4:04 pm |
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"Sweet corn??" Roac stopped in midflight.
What a nice thing for the winner to do for him.
Maybe that Aragorn fella deserved a cheeto bomb instead. Roac scouted out the crowd below....
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