ataraxionlogs | Party tiiiime

CHARACTERS: All the people.
LOCATION: O2 Gardens.
WARNINGS: Drunkenness and things.
SUMMARY: Thranduil made mead. This is as good an excuse as a wood-elf needs to throw a party.
NOTES: The announcement was made here, three days ago. The invite is totally open.

The Elvenking has designated a specific clearing as the "party circle." Really, there should be a fire and lanterns, but those are bad ideas on a space ship and Ned would go nuts, so he has made the area look as festive as possible. Meaning he has thrown down a few blankets and propped up the cask of mead on a sort of quadripod. Food is laid buffet-style on one of the blankets--breads, meats, fruits, hearty cooked root vegetables, cheese, butter, and honey among them, plus whatever the other guests brought (Thranduil's provided food is pretty low-prep).

The mead itself is very good, clear and smooth and sweet. But for those who aren't crazy about sweet wines, no matter how manly and traditional (and potent) they are, others have brought other forms of booze. Someone is playing music to dance to at any given time--harp, drum, fiddle, and flute in various combinations.

Have a good time.

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The thing is, if it had been half a year ago, Kili would have minded. As it is, he glances up when there's a sudden elvish presence and tips his head in a nod Maglor's way. The harp gets a curious look, brow quirked, and Kili plays the same song once more from the beginning, wondering if the strange elf can follow along.

Besides, how is he to know where or when Maglor comes from? Even if it is not common for elves to know dwarvish drinking songs. Still.

"You can play?" Because clearly someone would be carrying around a harp if they didn't know how. Good going Kili.

Maglor watches Kili's fingers across the strings and listens close, and at the question, he quirks a faint smile. He has met a few in his time who carry harps but can not play them particularly well, and he knows his own skill has lessened with the damage to his hand, but he thinks he can play enough to satisfy this dwarf, at any rate.

"A little. Would you mind if I joined you? I have been craving new music as of late, and gathering such as this are the best time to learn it."

His smile broadens at that, becomes something far more natural and well suited to his young face. Strange elves are still -- well, he's hardly had much contact with elves aside from Thranduil and Legolas and even Galadriel on occasion so in truth most elves are strangers. And strange, besides! For now though, Kili tips his head in acquiescence.

"I would not mind at all, and surely we can learn something of each other's music best this way?" Not that he'd planned on learning more elvish sort of things, from what he'd heard it had always been disconcerting, not as present and solidly there as he was used to. But that might just be bias speaking.

"Surely we may! I confess most dwarvish music I have heard has been that of war and not of merry making and I relish learning more. First, though - may I ask your name?"

For it seems better to become less strange to each other ere they begin to make their music.

"Ah-!" A blinks, owlish and bright, and Kili dips his head in a nod, sheepishly smiling. "Forgive me then, Master Elf, it seems I have forgone my manners!"

Kili laughs and resettles his harp, shoulders easing a bit.

"I am Kili, sister-son to Thorin Oakenshield, 'tis a pleasure to meet you!"

Party tiiiime

lets do dis

/late I am so sorry. :c ALSO HEY YOU DO YOUR AC!!!!

shhh its okay aND ACK I KNOW.....

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