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Thranduil ([personal profile] elvenking) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2013-08-12 07:07 pm

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.

makalaure: (i saw a mermaid)

[personal profile] makalaure 2013-09-01 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
"So it would seem. I hope it ever remains so, as well. Would that the innocent could remain so..."
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[personal profile] summerlord 2013-09-01 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"That is rarely the case," Elrond says quietly.
makalaure: (senpai noticed me)

[personal profile] makalaure 2013-09-03 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Maglor says nothing in response to that but instead resumes playing his harp, deliberately shifting away from the more mournful tunes he favors.