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ataraxionlogs2013-08-12 07:07 pm
elvenking) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-08-12 07:07 pm
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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.
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.
shhh its okay aND ACK I KNOW.....
"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.
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For it seems better to become less strange to each other ere they begin to make their music.
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Kili laughs and resettles his harp, shoulders easing a bit.
"I am Kili, sister-son to Thorin Oakenshield, 'tis a pleasure to meet you!"