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Saturday, the 15th of October, this 2005th year
of the Fourth Age:
Your host, High King Finarfin, invites you to celebrate
in the opening of this
most prestigious museum, newly located at number twelve State Street,
Tirion, Valinor (beside the Sindarin embassy). Come view the most
memorable
moments in Finwëan history expertly recreated in wax, from Fëanor
landing at
Losgar to Fingolfin's duel with Morgoth and Celebrimbor forging of the Rings
of
Power. This exclusive opening gala is by invitation only. Formal
dress is required.
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Fëanor: *Enters striding purposefully*
Finarfin: *looks up at Feanor* ...Oh. Good evening.
Fëanor: Good evening...
Finarfin: *stands rather stiffly* I've not seen you in... a long time.
Fëanor: *nods awkwardly and narrows eyes slightly* Very true...
Finarfin: Hehhhh... *clears his throat* Wine?
Fëanor: Why erm...yes thank you...that would be lovely. *coughs*
Finarfin: *pours Feanor a glass of red* I'm told it's very good stuff.
Fëanor: *Nods and accepts the glass* I am sure it is....
Finarfin: *spies Elladan* Oh! I see we have a guest. Excellent!
Elladan: *bows a respectful bow to Finarfin and Feanor* Your Majesty. My
lord.
Finarfin: Welcome, young sir. And who might you be?
Fëanor: *to Elladan* Hello pen neth...
Elladan: I am Elladan, son of Elrond, Your Majesty.
Finarfin: Ah yes, Elrond. Very good. Wine?
Elladan: *smiles* Please.
Fëanor: *inclines head* It is very good...
Finarfin: *pours Elladan a glass of red*
Finarfin: You heard that from me, Fëanáro.
Elladan: *takes the glass and sips it, and agrees with Feanor*
Fëanor: Well, that is good enough for me..*blushes*
Elladan: *charming smile* And in any case, it is generally in one's best
interests to agree with one's host.
Fëanor: *takes a long sip of wine*
Finarfin: Of course we also have a long table of fine foods along the far
wall. You may help yourselves.
Fingon: *steps through the doorway as unobtrusively as possible to take
his bearings*
Fëanor: *looks where Finarfin is pointing* It all looks wonderful.
Elladan: *spies Fingon and watches him from the corner of his eye*
Finarfin: I set the menu myself.
Elladan: *knows the guests more from song and tale than actual personal
experience, being new-come to Valinor himself*
Fëanor: Well it smells delicious...
Finarfin: Do help yourself. Before it gets cold.
Finarfin: So. Elladan? What is it you do?
Fëanor: *Feanor wanders over to the buffet table, feeling a bit hungry*
Elladan: *with a chuckle* Well, that is the question, isn't it. I'm afraid
I'm somewhat lacking for an honorable craft, as there are no orcs to slay
in Valinor.
Fëanor: *calls back* Peace can be a bit boring, don't you think?
Finarfin: A warrior. I see. Well, I'm sure you won't miss the orcs, will
you?
Fingon: *smooths his clothing and draws himself up to his full height before
coming over with a brilliant smile* Good evening. I see you've started without
me. Very good.
Fëanor: *mutters* Bloody interminable...
Finarfin: *makes a face at Feanor's outburst* Don't listen to him. Peace
is very nice.
Finarfin: *looks to Fingon* Nephew Findekáno? Is that you?
Elladan: Sometimes.
Maedhros: *Maedhros enters the hall, hands clasped behind his back as he
looks about him appreciatively. He's been waiting for this opening eagerly
and has dressed in his favored long red velvet tunic, edged in black and
silver with black deerskin leggings. Silver eight point stars hold his russet
hair back in a long tail.*
Fëanor: *starts to take a sampling of things from the buffet. Soon
his plate is heaped with food*
Fingon: *looks down at himself and lifts one corner of his mouth* It would
seem to be me.
Finarfin: Oh, don't be smart. You know what I ... *his train of thought
is cut short by the impossible-to-miss arrival of Maedhros*
Fingon: *doesn't see Maedhros behind him...yet*
Elladan: *is wisely observing more than he is speaking, picking up the
dynamics among the guests*
Maedhros: *smiles as he sees the other, his father amongst them and approaches.*
Finarfin: *momentarily stunned* I'm sorry, I've forgotten your name...
Fëanor: *Feanor is dressed in dark blue velvet tunic with silver detailing
to his knees and matching leggings. Very first age. Is enjoying the food
immensely and returns to join the others with his heaping plate*
Elladan: *bows in Maedhros' direction once more, having already come across
him in the hallway*
Maedhros: *coming up behind Fingon silently, he taps one shoulder and comes
around the other.* Boo.
Fingon: Smart? I was just answering your inquiry...*half turns and his
mouth drops open, then he smiles genuinely for the first time, embracing
Maedhros, speechless*
Fëanor: *Is happily munching away. Between bites* The food is terrific.
You should really try it. *smiling*
Maedhros: *noticing Elladan's bow, he bows in return with a promise to
make his way over there eventually.*
Elladan: *acknowledges with a nod; is dressed in the bold burgandies and
rich violets of autumn in Imladris, quite presentable for such an occasion;
the hems of his sleeves are embroidered with the seals of all the elves
and men he draws his heritage from*
Maedhros: *Laughing, he returns the embrace.. with both arms and hands.*
Fingon.. Did you miss me, cousin?
Fingolfin: *Nolo steps inside, and clears his throat, looking over the
crowd to see who's here.* Findekáno! Have I missed much?
Finarfin: My other brother! How lovely.
Fingolfin: *smiles* Have you made your *coughs* welcoming speech yet?
Elladan: Surely a small family reunion doesn't yet merit a speech.
Finarfin: Speech? I have to make a speech?
Fingolfin: I thought you'd *want* to make one!
Fëanor: Why yes brother...it is only appropriate...*grins*
Finarfin: Oh... well I suppose...
Finarfin: We'll wait until more guests arrive.
Fingolfin: Hello Elladan. Any ocassion merits a speech. At least in this
family.
Fingon: *visibly relaxes and escorts Maedros into the little crowd* Miss
you?! An understatement if there ever was one. Let's sample the food and
talk to some of the others.
Elladan: *the statement reminds him something of himself, and, tracing
up the bloodline -- Celebrian, Galadriel, Finarfin -- wonders if he truly
does take more after his mother's side than his father's*
Maedhros: Yes, nearly anything this family does is documented in triple
and sung in ballads.
Fingolfin: Feanor. *tips his head* Lovely to see you. Been keeping busy?
Elladan: Sounds like Erestor's fondest dreams...
Fëanor: *Nods and smiles. Holding his empty plate* Why yes brother
....how have you been?
Maedhros: *nods and follows Fingon, still taking in the elegance of this
place.*
Finarfin: Will your father be joining us this evening, Elladan?
Elladan: I should hope he and my twin-brother both will be.
Finarfin: Oh, you have a brother. *shoots a sharp glance at Feanor* I know
how that is.
Elladan: [smiles] Yes, never knowing quite what to expect of him ... or
knowing far too well.
Fëanor: *Looks down*Yes brother...age is catching up to me.*coughs*
Haldir: *Haldir enters, wearing a dark red velvet tunic with gold clasps
and golden embroideries of leaves and wines along collar and sleeves. He
doesn't know many, but pretends not to care. He stops and looks around with
a proud, arrogant look*
Finarfin: *loudly* Would anyone else like some wine?
Maedhros: Atar, your fire is ever bright. Age of the mountains or not.
*calls from across the room.*
Fingolfin: Wonderful. *looks at his empty plate* I should go get a plate
before too many more arrive. I'm starved. I rushed out so fast I didn't
eat.
Finarfin: *watches Haldir enter, unsure of whether or not he knows the
Elf*
Fingolfin: Yes, brothers can be a blessing....*dramatic pause* and a curse.
Maedhros: Oh yes, wine is the perfect thing to start off this evening.
Don't you think?
Fingolfin: Maedhros, what did you do with my son?
Fingolfin: I thought he was here?
Finarfin: Well here, Maitimo, you take this bottle around to the guests...
Fëanor: *holds up empty glass* I will have some more...*notices Fin's
comment*
Fingolfin: And yes, Arafinwe, I'd love some wine.
Fëanor: *has decided to get comfortably pissed*
Fingolfin: Don't you agree Feanor? You certainly thought Finarfin and I
were blessings, most of the time, didn't you? *grins*
Haldir: *Wears lightly golden suede leggings, and a gold belt. Sees the
bar and decides to start there. Walks over and takes a glass of wine.*
Elladan: *to Finarfin, feels compelled to come to Feanor's rescue as well*
Well, I trust my own brother well enough. He and I have been through too
much together for me to not trust him.
Maedhros: *takes the bottle and pours some into Feanor's glass.* I've done
nothing! I swear. Perhaps he went looking for the little elf room.
Fëanor: That is old history Fin...do you still harbour resentments...*Watching
as his glass is filled*
Fingolfin: *glances at the silver haired elf* *whispers to no one in particular*
Who is that? He looks familiar, but I can't place a name to him.
Fingon: Yes, wine, please! *makes his way through the growing crowd, figuring
he should try to exchange pleasantries with his father and eat something*
Finarfin: *whispers back to Fingolfin* I have no idea.
Elladan: *smiles* I know him.
Finarfin: Oh, good. You go welcome him to the party. And bring back his
name for us.
Elladan: *with a smile and a bow, trots off to do so -- a bit glad to be
away from so many Royal Presences*
Maedhros: He's a rather stunning stag. Looks like he knows it too.
Fëanor: *takes a long swig of his wine and wonders why his son has
not said hello yet*
Fingolfin: *nods* Yes, Elladan, do that. *grins* Resentments? No, older
brother. Just a slight tingling sensation in my sword hand now and then. *really
big grin*
Elladan: *approaches Haldir* Mae govannen.
Fëanor: *mutters* Bring it on brother....
Haldir: Mae govannen, Elladan.
Finarfin: *whaps Fingolfin's sword hand* None of that talk tonight. We
are peaceful Elves. Remember?
Fingolfin: Fingon! glad you could join us! What have you been up to?
Maedhros: Hello atar. *smiles apprehensively.* No fighting just yet, hm?
Lets get through a bottle of wine first.
Elladan: I was bid welcome you, but I fear I should warn you also. It seems
the younger elves may have to keep the tempers of our elders tamed tonight.
*smiles* But at least we'll be in for a good fight.
Fingon: *mutters* No good, I assure you. *louder* Erm. Keeping busy. *flashy
grin*
Fëanor: I will need more than a bottle. *embraces him hesitantly*
Good to see you ion.
Fingolfin: ow! *shakes his hand* Just making a joke, honest!
Finarfin: *hands a bottle to Fingolfin* Here, you take this wine around
too. Make sure everyone remains comfortable. But not overly so.
Haldir: *Looks surprised* Are they already arguing? I'm afraid I do not
know most of these yet.
Maedhros: *Feeling the lightness of the embrace, he decides to at least
try and get a good start to the evening and tightens his own.* I'm glad your
here..
Elladan: *completely serious* How good is your history?
Fëanor: *Feanor deepens his hug* You look wonderful.
Fingolfin: Staying in trouble then, like father like son, I guess? *takes
the wine from Arafinwe and pours his own glass full* Does anyone need more?
Thranduil: *Thranduil appears at the door dressed stylishly in shades of
mossy green, a handsome cape slung dashingly over his shoulders. He has
a couple of bottles of wine as a gift for his host.* Good evening all...
Finarfin: I dont' know. Did Elladan find out that Sindarin-looking fellow's
name yet? Maybe you go have a try.
Maedhros: *lightly laughs* At least the Valar were kind enough to make
sure I was reborn with both hands.
Haldir: *Taks a sip of wine* I have read all the old books, and know the
Noldor history. Unfortunately, there were no pictures in those books. *smiles*
Elladan: Come on, then. I'll introduce you. *tugs him along, not giving
him a choice*
Finarfin: *looks at Thranduil and whispers to Fingolfin* On second thought,
go talk to him instead. I don't know who he is either.
Fëanor: *Feanor grasps it tightly* Yes, thank the Valar! *smiles at
him*
Fingon: *gathers a little food and tries to get his father to pour some
of the wine into his empty glass* Yes, well. Where have you been hiding?
Haldir: *Follows Elladan, keeping his haughty appearance, knowing that
he will most likely be introduced for kings of old.*
Thranduil: *Walks right up to the host and bows slightly.* Good evening--Thranduil
Oropherion here. King of the Greenwood. Thanks for inviting me... I brought
you some of our fine Dorwinion.
Finarfin: Ah yes! You must be one of the Sindarin kings. Thank you for
kindly attending my party. *takes the wine and looks at the label*
Elladan: *does well to stay out of Thranduil's way; doesn't need to catch
any more flack for that ... erm, misunderstanding ... about Legolas*
Thranduil: *Thranduil smirks politely* I am indeed one of the Sindarin
Kings. *glances at Elladan* Oh. You. Heh.
Fingolfin: *Looks over at the blond elf at the door... and pours wine into
Fingon's glass at the same time* Me? I've been trying to finish up my new
home, is all. Actually, it is finished but for a few details. Thranduil
Oropherion? Hm....
Finarfin: You know our young Elladan?
Elladan: *politely enough* King Thranduil.
Fingolfin: I've heard tales of his father.
Fëanor: *notices Thranduil and silently appraises him as he stands
by his son*
Fingon: *tries to see the new arrivals over the heads of others near him*
Maedhros: Cheers to you, master of Mirkwood for being so gracious! *softer*
Of course no one will be standing after the first hour.
Thranduil: I do indeed know Elladan, thank you.
Elladan: And I'm quite well aquainted with the Lord of the Greenwood.
Thranduil: *grins* Dorwinion is good for what ails anyone. May I assume
you are Maedhros?
Finarfin: Very fortunate.
Celebrimbor: *strolls in, dressed in a magnificent grey robe but still
managing to look unbearably scruffy, and looks around with keen interest*
Elladan: *to Finarfin* Your Majesty, this is Haldir of Lothlorien, a faithful
servant of your only daughter.
Maedhros: *bows and teases* Indeed. Was it the hair or my stunning good
looks that gave it away?
Haldir: *Stands beside Elladan and nods politely to Thranduil, hoping he
does not know why his son so often travelled to Lothlorien*
Fingolfin: *listens with half an ear to Elladan's introduction of Haldir*
Finarfin: Is that so? *holds out his hand to Haldir*
Fëanor: I would like to try your wine....*to Thranduil* I am Feanor.
Haldir: *Bows to Finarfin* My King, it is an honor
Finarfin: *hisses to Feanor* Dear brother, I think you've had enough for
now.
Thranduil: *Grins at Maedhros* Probably both. *starts slightly and looks
at Feanor* Indeed you are. Charmed. *holds out his hand in greeting*
Fëanor: *scoffs at his brother* Hardly....I am Noldor...
Celebrimbor: *starts at the name Feanor and just stands there, staring*
Fingolfin: *snorts and grins at Maedhros* Fingon, I'm so glad you and your
brothers were never that....uh...proud of themselves. *grins*
Maedhros: *Covers his face with one hand and moans.*
Fëanor: *Takes his hand firmly* Mae govannen...*grins*
Thranduil: *glances at Haldir and smirks*
Fingon: A good upbringing will get you everywhere. *smirks*
Finarfin: *notices Celebrimbor* Hmm. Fëanáro, is he one of
yours?
Haldir: *Does not flinch under Thranduil's gaze, but turns his head to
show his best profile, and winks to the King*
Thranduil: *looks appraisingly at Feanor* I believe my father knows you.
Fingolfin: That it will, ion.
Thranduil: *raises an eyebrow at Haldir and chuckles deeply*
Fingolfin: Arafinwe, you're trying to order Feanor NOT to do something?
Fingolfin: How long have you known him?
Fëanor: *grins at Fingolfin* He should know better by now, eh?
Finarfin: I figure I must keep trying. One of these times he ought to listen
to me.
Maedhros: * makes his way over to the buffet table while everyone is chatting
and picks at a few things, loading his plate.*
Fingolfin: *nearly spits his wine out* Always the optomist, aren't you,
Finarfin!
Finarfin: Excuse me... *makes his way across the room to Celebrimbor* Good
evening. And who might you be? *it is clear in his tone that he assumes
Celebrimbor is a vagrant*
Thranduil: *hands off the Dorwinion to his host and joins Maedhros at the
buffet, poking Haldir in the ribs on his way past.*
Haldir: *Takes another sip of wine, and asks Elladan casually* Are there
others from Lorien present?
Elladan: *to Haldir* Not yet. Have you heard anything of my father and
brother? I had hoped to not be the only representative of Rivendell here.
Celebrimbor: *surprised* Why, I'm... Celebrimbor, your highness. I'm sorry,
I would have introduced myself before, only I was, er, distracted. *smiles
nervously*
Haldir: No, I have not seen them. You are the only one I know here, except
Legolas' father of course. *grins*
Thranduil: *to Maedhros:* So, your father... been drinking a bit this evening,
I take it? I have a powder that's good for that sort of thing.
Maedhros: *nibbles a bit on something green after dipping it into something
creamy white. He spots Thranduil's approach and smiles.* You must feel a
bit overwhelmed by the Noldor, Green King.
Fëanor: *grabs and opens a bottle of the Dorwinion, regardless of
what Finarfin said*
Elladan: *smiles winningly in the direction of Finwe's firstborn* Well,
if I know anything of Feanor son of Finwe, he will not deny me the pleasure
of a long chat if tempted with a case of the finest miruvor in Imladris.
Thranduil: *grins* Overwhelmed by Noldor? Never. I left that tendency behind
in my youth.
Maedhros: *looking over his shoulder at his father with a sigh.* Aye. But
it will be a few hours yet before he is in need. He's actually quite good
at holding his liquor.
Thranduil: *winks* so am I.
Celebrimbor: I am in the right place, aren't I? I'm here to see waxworks.
I'm pretty sure I was invited.
Finarfin: Ahhhhh... Celebrimbor. *nods knowingly.* Are you one of Fëanáro's?
Fingon: *sidles over to Maedhros, pretending to eat nonchalantly and looking
very Noldo*
Celebrimbor: *reverentially* Yes, I do have that honour... I'm his grandson.
Haldir: Feanor? Is HE here? *Almost forgets to look cool, as he looks around,
and spots the legendary Noldo*
Finarfin: Then you are in the right place. Welcome to the wax museum grand
opening party. Your uncle Maitimo is going around with wine.
Thranduil: *rolls eyes* Celebrimbor's in "that mood" again... every time
he gets reverential, worlds fall.
Fëanor: *takes a sip of the new wine and tilts his head*
Thranduil: *calls to Feanor* Good, is it?
Fëanor: Lovely...*murmurs*
Thranduil: *nods* an Elf of good taste.
Celebrimbor: Oh, I, er... *eyes the other Elves with concern* I don't drink.
But thank you.
Maedhros: *Feeling Fingon before seeing him, he turns and feeds him a bit
of cheese.* Hungry?
Fëanor: *grins and winks at him* Of course...
Thranduil: *raises an eyebrow, then reaches for a plate* I think I'll try
a bite of... everything. *glances at Feanor*
Finarfin: No? Good for you.
Finarfin: There's food too, at the far end of the room
Celebrimbor: *firmly* I want to see waxworks.
Fingon: *takes the offered morsel gladly* Always.
Finarfin: Ah. Well of course you may.
Maedhros: *returning back to Thranduil* Be careful.. Atar's bite is as
bad as his bark.
Thranduil: Heh. My Adar is the same way.
Elladan: *to Haldir* Come, let's go to the gallery. There are too many
people in here to carry on a decent conversation. Unless you'd rather stay.
*watching Celebrimbor*
Finarfin: *loudly* Would anyone else care to see the waxworks at this time?
Thranduil: Besides--I've been known to bite too. *glances at Haldir*
Fingolfin: *Idly wonders if Fingon is going to molest Maedhros right by
the buffet table*
Maedhros: *eyes travel with Thranduil's* Ah.. I see.. the silver hair..
You know him?
Fingolfin: I would! I'd love a tour!!
Fingon: *scowls at the weird look his father is giving him*
Thranduil: Yes, but not as well as my son knows him. If you catch my drift.
*rolls eyes, but smiles*
Fingon: I was wondering if we were ever going to see any wax.
Fëanor: *vaguely wonders if he can handle the tour without heckling*
Fingolfin: *scowls at Fingon for scowling at him*
Haldir: *Hears Thranduils remark an lifts his lip slightly to show his
teeth* Indeed you do bite, *whispers*
Thranduil: *smirks*
Finarfin: Anyone who would like a brief tour of the wax displays, please
head over this way.
Celebrimbor: *murmurs to himself* Goodness, everyone's rather friendly
here.
Fingolfin: Come now Feanor! I'm sure you're well represented...
Fëanor: *follows Finarfin and vows to stay silent* I will go...
Elladan: *pats Haldir on the shoulder* I shall return later.
Haldir: Yes, Elladan, but perhaps you would like to join in the tour first?
Thranduil: *glances at Maedhros and Fingon* Up for wax?
Fingolfin: *follows Finarfin*
Elladan: *sweeps after Finarfin, heedless of whether Haldir follows or
not*
Maedhros: * notices the passing glances between father and son and lightly
bumps Fin's hip as he nods to Thranduil.* Aye.. lets see some wax.
Fingon: Wax does sound fascinating, yes. *gives Thranduil an unreadable
look*
Thranduil: *looks right back at Fingon, one eyebrow raised.*
Thranduil: It does fascinating things dripped on flesh.
Thranduil: Wax, of course....
Fingon: I've...heard that. *flashes perfect teeth*
Finarfin: Very well, everyone follow me...
Maedhros: *His cheeks suddenly go the color of his hair* Yes.. well.. Lets
catch up, shall we?
Thranduil: *grins and follows the tour...*
Fingolfin: *raises an eyebrow at Fingon* youth.
Haldir: *Follows Finarfin, Elladan and the others, making sure to stay
in the light, to be sure his hair look its best.*
Finarfin: Everything is in chronological order. We'll start over here on
the left. *heads into a side gallery*
Fëanor: *follows at a sedate pace, sipping his wine. Sees his son
catching up*
Maedhros: *Grabs another bottle of wine on the way out.. this one for HIM.*
Thranduil: *pats Haldir on the backside on the way past, tweaks one of
his braids...*
Finarfin: *speaking in a tourguide voice* In this first display, you'll
see a depiction of the origins of life at Cuiviénen.
Fëanor: *finds the whole idea of wax sculptures a bit macabre*
Celebrimbor: Are we allowed to touch them?
Finarfin: No, dear, please don't.
Haldir: My King... *raises an eyebrow at Thranduil and smirks*
Finarfin: *points to a "please do not touch" sign*
Celebrimbor: Oh. Well, they certainly look nicely made.
Fëanor: *smirks at his brother's precise nature*
Thranduil: *archly* YOUR King, Haldir? Hmm... we can discuss that...
Finarfin: Yes, all made by fine Noldorin craftsmen.
Fingolfin: *claps*
Maedhros: *Sees his father's rather foul look and pokes him a bit as they
get close.* You know, you're probably in here somewhere.
Fëanor: *rolls eyes* I am sure...
Elladan: *pauses after the first couple of exhibits, letting the others
go on ahead; whispers to Haldir* Do you want to chase after Thranduil, or
would you rather stay here and save me from drowning in testosterone? *is
totally fine with either, and would really rather ditch Haldir and pick up
Feanor*
Haldir: Perhaps we could...
Finarfin: Continuing on, to your left, is a rendering of Oromë speaking
to the three original kings of Elves.
Thranduil: Hush child, and listen to the nice king.
Fëanor: *hears the by-play between the two and is amused*
Haldir: *Raises an eyebrow at Elladan and smirks* You do not like testosterone?
Elladan: *smirks* I like it very much, but generally in a far more private
venue.
Finarfin: There we have Ingwë, who sadly could not make it tonight
for religious reasons, Finwë, who is alas still in Mandos, and Elwë,
who refused to answer my invitation.
Fingolfin: *snorts* typical
Fëanor: Alas and alack..*sighs*
Elladan: *mutters* Because he's busy 'reuniting' with Melian...
Celebrimbor: *shoots Fingolfin a stern look*
Haldir: We could see about that...*touches Elladan's backside "accidentally".
*
Thranduil: *half raises a hand* I think my cousin is visiting elsewhere
tonight, *he says, stressing cousin*
Thranduil: Of course he's devastated he could not be here.
Fingolfin: *frowns at Celebrimbor*
Finarfin: Oromë's costume was kindly donated by the Faith and Glory
Society of Tirion.
Finarfin: *points to a small plaque*
Fëanor: Of all the..
Elladan: *with a knowing smile* Oh, no, Haldir. You're not catching me
that easily, not this time.
Maedhros: * Stands by the Orome exhibit and marvels at the likeness.*
Haldir: Is this depiction accurate, Finarfin? Did the elves actually wear
clothes when they awoke at Cuivenen? How considerate of them
Fingolfin: *looks at Feanor* Of all the...what?
Elladan: You should try Elrohir; he's much more to your liking.
Celebrimbor: *disappointed* So... they're not actually Orome's clothes,
then?
Fëanor: *coughs* Nothing...I vowed to be good.
Finarfin: According to Ingwë, that is indeed what they wore.
Haldir: But Elrohir is not here, is he? *grins*
Finarfin: Of course, he could be lying, for modesty's sake...
Thranduil: Not him... *hides a smile*
Elladan: And you should flirt with someone who isn't aware of your cattish
nature.
Haldir: Ingwe is far too moral to admit he has ever been naked! *snorts*
Finarfin: *ignores Haldir's remark* Moving on.
Thranduil: *grins in fond reminiscence...*
Finarfin: The Eldar crossing Middle-earth on their long and difficult journey
to Valinor.
Haldir: Me cattish, young peredhel? You must be mistaken, Just ask Thranduil...
or Legolas.
Fingolfin: *nearly chokes* And we all know you and your...promises, Feanor.
Elladan: Oh, Legolas has much to say about you, my friend.
Thranduil: *pulls Haldir's braid* hands inside the bus, children....
Fingolfin: You're positively maniacal in keep them
Finarfin: *shoots Fingolfin a "do you mind and please shut up!" look*
Fingolfin: What?
Fëanor: *grins dangerously* Why not let things go, brother....*bites
on the last word*
Maedhros: *lags behind the group just a bit and then slips his hand into
Fingon's with a smile.*
Finarfin: Of course this one was done in quarter-scale, so as to fit more
figures into the small display area.
Haldir: *Straightens his hair and looks annoyed at Thranduil* Please, Thranduil,
I spent an HOUR on those braids!
Thranduil: *grins* I was going to say, I thought Fingon was taller... *glances
back and smiles*
Fingon: *wanders along watching the...interactions, then allows himself
a small, secretive smile when he feels Maedhros' hand in his*
Thranduil: Oh feh, Haldir, I'll re-do them for you if you like. They're
all frickin' crooked anyway... get real.
Fingolfin: Of course....brother. *mutters something unintelligble under
his breath and pstses on a fake smile* Now, Arafinwe, who did all the sculpting?
Finarfin: *loudly, over the chatter of the crowd* AND YOU'LL SEE IN THE
BACK CORNER THERE, THE FIRST MEETING OF ELWË AND MELIAN IN NAN ELMOTH.
Fingon: I obviously AM taller. *demonstrates by standing very close indeed
to Thranduil*
Elladan: *practically appears from thin air near Feanor, escaping Haldir
for the moment*
Thranduil: *squints* I think Elu was taller than that.
Celebrimbor: *scurries to the back corner for a closer look*
Finarfin: The sculpting was done by a number of very talented craftsmen.
Maedhros: *tries hard not to laugh but it shines through in his eyes.*
Thranduil: Not as tall as me, *with a wink and a grin*
Finarfin: There were, I believe, over ninety in total who worked on the
museum.
Haldir: *Looks positively shaken, and hurries to find a glass pane where
he can check his hair and robe, straightening them with his hands.*
Fëanor: *looks at the wax work and does not notice Elladan at first*
Thranduil: Haldir. Back here. Now. *snaps fingers* You look fine.
Thranduil: For a Galadhrim
MCHaldir: I am not your dog! *sends him a glare*
Fingolfin: *whispers* Finarfin, mayhap some...viewing glasses could be
obtained from Cirdan, and placed here for visitors to use...so they can
see the more distant figures.
Finarfin: Most Elves are too proud to admit they need binoculars, brother.
Thranduil: *grins* no, but you are a young pup. Come back over here and
make nice... you really do look fine.
Fingolfin: You could call them...uh...yes, what it looks like from Valinor
to Arda.
Haldir: *snorts*
Fingolfin: *nods*
Finarfin: And the last display in this gallery. The Two Trees of Valmar,
and the foundation of the Elven kingdoms in the West.
Fingolfin: By the way, Thranduil, did you call my son...short?
Fingolfin: *claps* Now that is a good likeness.
Finarfin: Please note the lighting in here. Many craftsmen worked for three
years to perfect it.
Thranduil: Why no. I merely indicated he was not as tall as myself.
Fingon: *nods in agreement* Very fine, in a Moriquendi sort of way.
Fëanor: *sips his wine as he moves up the display* It really is lovely...
Maedhros: * sighs happily, looking up at the trees.*
Thranduil: Nothing wrong with Moriquendi...
Finarfin: I hope you think the same of the displays of you, Fëanáro.
Fëanor: *groans*
Finarfin: Now, let us move on to the next gallery!
Finarfin: *leads the group through a set of double doors*
Maedhros: *grins* Don't tell me that you are being modest tonight, atar?
Fingolfin: *is slightly worried about the displays coming up too*
Celebrimbor: *sighs* I really wish I'd brought something to make notes
on.
Elladan: *to Feanor* Do you really want to see your gallery? I'm looking
for someone to ditch the party with me for a while.
Fëanor: I am not sure I want to relive this.
Finarfin: The museum is open to public viewing starting tomorrow.
Finarfin: You may always come back.
Elladan: Then come away for a while. You can always blame it on me.
Maedhros: So long as there are no actual silmarils..It should be fine.
Fëanor: *looks at Elladan hopefully* Do you want to?
Fingolfin: Just close your eyes and walk by, Feanor.
Elladan: [nod]
Finarfin: Our first display in the Noldorin History gallery is of my dear
brother, our Fëanáro, making the Silmarils.
Fëanor: *looks askance at the first wax work of himself*
Finarfin: Of course those are not real Silmarils in the display.
Finarfin: They are poor copies. *looks sternly at all Fëanorians present*
Thranduil: *snickers softly*
Maedhros: *clears his throat* Of course not.
Fingolfin: *slaps Finarfin on the back* Like they couldn't tell!
Finarfin: So don't you have any strange ideas.
Elladan: *discreetly rolls eyes at the king's comment*
Celebrimbor: *quietly* Is that really meant to be Grandfather?
Finarfin: Yes.
Fëanor: *It is quite accurate and it gives him a sick feeling and
whispers to the elder twin* Let's go...
Elladan: *grins and escapes with Feanor*
Celebrimbor: ...oh. Well, you can tell a lot of effort went into it.
Fëanor: *follows behind him quickly*
Maedhros: Good night atar.. It was good to see you again..
Haldir: *pretends not to notice Thranduil, and eyes the silmarils with
interest.* Now I know who the people here are *murmurs to himself*
Fingon: *watches them go with some amusement*
Fingolfin: Good night Feanor! Elladan...*smirks* Enjoy yourselves.
Thranduil: *grins at Haldir* Can't tell the players without a scorecard...
Finarfin: Next up, we have Fëanáro attacking Nolofinwë
in the streets of Tirion, which subsequently led to Fëanáro's
banishment to Formenos.
Finarfin: *pretends not to notice Feanor's leaving*
Fingolfin: I'm not sure they got the real intensity of Feanor's face, but
that would be difficult to replicate.
Thranduil: Every family has its little ups and downs....
Fingon: Too bad he's not here to act it out for us.
Maedhros: *swallows a bit hard* Some more than others.
Finarfin: Perhaps you could work with the artists to improve it?
Haldir: Well, I have not been in Valinor for very long yet! *snorts again
and empties his glass, determined not to let the king annoy him*
Fingolfin: *scowls* Re-enact what? Fingon?
Fingon: *smiles winsomely* The intensity.
Thranduil: *re-fills Haldir's glass from the bottle under his cloak* Relax,
pen-neth. I'm only here to amuse.
Fingolfin: I don't think I could convey the utter insanity, I mean intensity
of our elder brother.
Finarfin: Now Findekáno, no nice Elf wants to see that sort of intensity.
Fingolfin: *goes over and boxes Fingon's ears* You young pup! Behave!
Fingolfin: *grins*
Haldir: *eyes the wine in his glass* Is this from your own Dorwinion stock?
Thranduil: *nods* My _personal_ stock.
Fingolfin: Celebrimbor, what are you doing these days?
Fingon: Ow! *bats at Fingolfin's hands*
Argon: *Arakáno slips into the back of the group*
Thranduil: It's the same stuff Legolas nicked a bottle of every time he
went to Lorien to visit. You.
Haldir: *gives a satisfied nod, and sips it carefully* Mmmm, you have excellent
taste
Finarfin: And here, to the right, is Finwë being murdured by Melkor.
Those easily frightened may want to avert their eyes.
Thranduil: Yes, as a matter of fact I do.
Thranduil: *glances at the murder scene* Euw. Quaint.
Fingolfin: *blinks* Horribly life like Finarfin.
Haldir: *Lifts an eyebrow* So you knew?
Fingolfin: Kudos to your artisans.
Finarfin: *raises his chin* It is not quaint. It is terrible.
Thranduil: Heh. Of course I knew.
Fingon: *can't look*
Fingolfin: Arakáno?
Argon: Yes?
Fingolfin: Come up here!
Haldir: *Views the scene with a frown*
Finarfin: We'll move on quickly. To Fëanáro's speech to the
Noldor in Tirion, and the oath-speaking.
Fingon: Oh, joy.
Argon: *Moves up closer to the front*
Finarfin: Here you have all seven of his sons on display.
Thranduil: Great moments in Elven history.... *sighs*
Fingolfin: *drags his youngest son from behind the statue and hugs him*
Fingolfin: Where have you been? It's been ages.
Argon: *hugs back, although his father is rather shorter than he is*
Maedhros: *moans* this is worse than Mandos.
Haldir: *To Thranduil* I'm glad I'm not a Noldo... having to carry this
burden
Finarfin: May it be a reminder never again to act without thinking, Maitimo.
Fingon: *moves a bit closer to Maedhros*
Thranduil: We Sindar have our own burdens, pen-neth. *looks sombre*
Argon: *vaguely* oh, here and there.
Fingolfin: *glances at the statues and shivers* memories...
Fingolfin: Did you greet your brother?
Celebrimbor: I like this gallery. *looks at the others reproachfully*
Fingolfin: Findekáno, come see your brother!
Thranduil: You would, Celebrimbor... you would.
Maedhros: *squeezes the hand that is in his and sighs.* I'll never escape
it.
Haldir: Some more than others... *eyes the king*
Fingolfin: Some of us just have...rather mixed feelings about it, Celebrimbor.
Finarfin: And just past this, the kinslaying at Alqualondë. Again,
those easily frightened or with weak constitution...
Thranduil: *nods distractedly, staring at the scene before them* Yes.
Fingolfin: Finarfin, perhaps we could just ...skip a few of the displays
for now?
Finarfin: Of course we must include the horrific displays with the joyous,
to remind ourselves of the past.
Argon: *looks at Findekáno* Hey!
Haldir: *Looks at the very life like scenario* How could you bring yourself
to kinslaying? It is horrible
Maedhros: * forces himself to look and feels his gut twist.*
Fingolfin: Glares at Haldir. You had to be there.
Finarfin: Yes, history is full of horrible things.
Finarfin: But we have all learned from them, and our race is the better
for it.
Finarfin: Please move along.
Thranduil: *looms a bit beside Haldir* Yes, we all have things we've done
that we might do over. ALL.
Haldir: I would never slay my kin! *Lifts chin defiantly*
Fingon: *squeezes back and reluctantly releases Maedhros' hand for a moment
to greet his younger brother with a hug* It's been too long.
Fingolfin: This would be while you're family was stumbling around in the
dark, falling on one another.
Finarfin: ...To the crossing of the Helkaraxë.
Fingolfin: *shivers*
Thranduil: *rolls eyes* from the stew pot to the fire...
Finarfin: And you will see, on the opposite side of the room, the burning
of the Telerin ships at Losgar.
Thranduil: Oh look. There's my Adar defending a ship. *raises an eyebrow*
Fingolfin: *is rather glad that Celeborn isn't here at the moment*
Haldir: Feanor behaved terribly to his own brothers! *feels more upset
than he will admit*
Argon: *Arakáno is rather blasé about all the horrible displays*
Thranduil: *places an uncommonly gentle hand on Haldir's shoulder*
Fingolfin: Feanor was INSANE with grief!
Finarfin: Or perhaps he was just insane.
Fingolfin: *can't believe he's defending Feanor*
Thranduil: *whispers* or something...
Finarfin: In any case, follow me in to the First Age Gallery number one
for a joyous reunion.
Thranduil: *overly brightly* but Feanor seems better now...
Fingolfin: *breathes a sigh of relief*
Maedhros: *Gladly strides after, leaving the darkness behind.*
Finarfin: Of course, we have to look at the display of Fëanor being
killed by Balrogs first.
Haldir: *Turns to Thranduil and gives him a grateful glance, his cheeks
turning slightly red of anger to see the crimes done by Feanor and his sons*
Finarfin: This may improve the moods of some of our Sindarin guests.
Maedhros: AI! * covers his eyes and turns aside*
Thranduil: *smiles politely, an ironic look in his eyes*
Fingolfin: Argon, have you a place established here, to live? There is
plenty of room at my house, since *dark look at Fingon* your brothers chose
to move out.
Finarfin: ...And thoroughly disturb some of our Fëanorian guests...
Thranduil: One would have to be... uncivil... to be improved in mood by
such a thing.
Fingolfin: *tries not to laugh at Finarfin's comment, as he is torn between...despair
and laughing himself*
Fingon: *hugs Maedhros*
Finarfin: But you must admit, he did pay for his crimes. Look at the flames.
Fingolfin: *clenches his sword hand*
Celegorm: *scowls at the comment, from his place in the back of the line,
strongly tempted to mutter something about sindar. *
Haldir: The balrogs look good *nods satisfied*
Maedhros: *Turns toward Findekano and doesn't look anymore.*
Finarfin: But let's move on to a happier display. Look here! The host of
Nolofinwë arriving in the east!
Maedhros: * Eyes narrow at the silverhaired big mouth* Watch your tongue.
Argon: Are you offering me a place to stay, Adar? Why, I'd never turn down
any generosity of yours!
Celebrimbor: *gives a feeble cheer*
Finarfin: You see, they are killing orcs. Everyone can appreciate that.
And the moon is a nice touch too.
Haldir: *Gives Maedhros an eyebrow*
Argon: Lovely.
Fingolfin: Of course, Argon, you are certainly welcome!
Argon: Especially the moon on the dead orcs.
Finarfin: Erm, I'm sorry Arakáno, you're not depicted here...
Fingon: *glares at the Dark Elf with the white hair*
Finarfin: Did you die before or after this exhibit?
Fingolfin: *glances critically at the statue of himself*
Argon: I'm happy to lurk around in the background.
Argon: I'm not an attention hog like my brothers....
Thranduil: *smiles faintly* I enjoy killing orcs myself...
Celebrimbor: Dear me, what a personal question.
Finarfin: I'll have an artist insert a likeness of you. Maybe we could
change the face of that random soldier there and give him a new outfit.
Fingon: Hey!
Fingon: I'm not an attention hog.
Fingolfin: You just enjoyed less...flashy pursuits.
Celegorm: *snorts quietly in the background*
Celegorm: *Obviously intending to be heard*
Maedhros: *Hears a familar sound and looks to the back of the line*
Fingolfin: *peers at his statue* Arafinwe? Is that a WART on my nose?
Argon: No, no, that's quite all right. Leave the glory and flash to the
ones whose egos need it.
Fingon: *also turns*
Haldir: I have killed hundreds of orcs. It was my job for centuries.
Finarfin: And here's another famous scene- Findekáno rescuing his
dear cousin Maitimo from the cliffs of Thangorodrim.
Argon: I'm quite secure.
Finarfin: Don't be ridiculous. Elves don't have warts.
Fingolfin: *attention divided between the statue and the newcomer at the
back of the group*
Fingolfin: What is it then?
Fingolfin: it is a definitite bump
Maedhros: Brother? * He really ignores this exhibit*
Finarfin: I don't know. Maybe a flaw in the wax. I'll have someone look
at it.
Finarfin: Now pay attention to your son's valiant scene!
Fingolfin: Argon, of course you're secure. And your brothers were NOT attention
hogs
Haldir: It is only a fly! *chuckles*
Fingolfin: They were, still are high spritied
DarthFingon: *doesn't really want to be reminded of this particular scene
and has sort of blocked it out of his hearing*
Fingolfin: Oh. Of course.
Celegorm: Maitimo. *waves carelessly* Everyone.
Fingolfin: Fingon, wonderfully done. Horrid, but wonderful, all at the
same time.
Argon: Of course my brothers aren't attention hogs. *rolls eyes*
Fingolfin: Maedhros, so glad he was able to find you.
Celebrimbor: Hmm? Oh, hello, uncle. *waves at Celegorm*
Finarfin: This leads into another very cheery moment. The Feasts of Reuniting
at the Pools of Ivrin.
Fingolfin: *pats Argon's shoulder*
Haldir: *Looks from the exhibit to Maedhros and his missing hand*
Fingolfin: *nods to Celegorm*
Finarfin: Here we have all the Noldorin princes, as well as many well-known
Sindarin statesmen of the time.
Fingolfin: *wonders where Celebrimbor went*
Argon: Yay! Feasts!
Fingon: *mutters* Oh, yes. Wonderfully done. *salutes Celegorm*
Maedhros: * Dashing back through the line with Findekano in tow to happily
maul his brother.* Tyelcormo! It is you!
Haldir: *Perks up when Sindars are mentioned*
Fingon: *tries not to fall over and stumbles after Maedhros*
Finarfin: *waves a hand at Thranduil and Haldir* Maybe some Elves you know
are in here.
Thranduil: I daresay!
Finarfin: Moving on, moving on...
Haldir: Who do you know here, Thranduil? *points at the scene*
Thranduil: And some Sindarin _princes_, of course, yes? *smiles archly*
Finarfin: The Siege of Angband.
Thranduil: All of them. *glances rather morosely at the scene*
Finarfin: This of course lasted for several hundred years, but it was started
early in the First Age when the Princes of the Noldor surrounded Melkor's
stronghold.
Thranduil: Some of us were there too...
Finarfin: Is that so? Well good for you.
Thranduil: *grins* Well thank you...
Maedhros: You have quite a history yourself, Thranduil.
Finarfin: And to your right, the foundation of Nargothrond. The kindom
of my eldest son. *smiles proudly*
Thranduil: *smirks* please, not in front of the children.
Fingon: *smiles* Yes, he is very interesting, isn't he?
Haldir: *snorts annoyed and turns his back on Thranduil*
Argon: Oooh - !
Maedhros: * eyes Kano with a raised brow and a knowing smile.*
Celebrimbor: Are they any children here? I should hope not. There were
some quite gory waxworks earlier.
Finarfin: Followed shortly by the foundation of Gondolin, one of the most
famous cities in Elven history.
Thranduil: *re-does Haldir's kin-braid to the 8-stranded herringbone of
the House of Oropher*
Argon: Did I miss the really gruesome stuff? Too bad. I'll have to go back
when we're done here.
Finarfin: Yes, my dear, you missed the kinslayings and the death of Finwë.
Thranduil: *leans over* there's Balrogs back there. Nice ones.
Maedhros: You missed one exhibit. There was none of little Elrond and Elros.
Argon: Gargh!
Haldir: Thranduil! What do you think you are doing? *Tries to look at his
braid in a glass pane*
Fingolfin: *frowns* Where is Turgon, by the way...
Thranduil: Fixing your braid. *grins over Haldir's shoulder, close to his
ear.*
Finarfin: I'm not sure. I was unable to locate him to send him an invitation.
Fingolfin: Typical
Finarfin: That brings us to the end of First Age Gallery number one.
Haldir: *shivers slightly and moves away to get his control back*
Finarfin: First Age Gallery number two, dealing with the decline of the
Noldorin kingdoms, is straight ahead. Follow me, please.
Haldir: Where is Doriath and Thingol?
Argon: He's such a recluse anyway, Adar. He doesn't love you as much as
I do, you know.
Finarfin: This is a House of Finwe Wax museum, young sir.
Fingolfin: What? None of me consumed by despair? Always thought that was
one of my better moments...
Fingon: Um...no idea. *looks innocent*
Thranduil: In other words, the history is all Noldorin. *smirks*
Finarfin: You'll be consumed by despair in an upcoming display, have no
fear.
Haldir: Don't tell me you have ignored the entire Doriath realm? Galadriel
lived there!
Finarfin: There's a very lifelike one of you battling Melkor.
Finarfin: There is an exhibit on Doriath, I promise.
Fingolfin: *nods* Yes, Argon, I know you thought I didn't know, but I did.
Thranduil: Falling, presumably?
Fingolfin: You and Fingon were always my favorites.
Fingolfin: *sniffles*
Finarfin: *ignores Thranduil*
Maedhros: *mutters* fathers shouldn't have favorites.
Haldir: *Grumbles loudly* Racists
Thranduil: *grins*
Finarfin: *looks at Haldir* You are perfectly welcome to make your own
House of Elwe wax museum, should you choose.
Fingolfin: Well, if Turgon were here, or visited more often, he'd be my
favorite too
Argon: There there, Pop. By the way, can you lend me some money?
Haldir: Galadriel is your daughter, Finarfin! How could you forget her
realm?
Fingolfin: *pulls out his wallet* How much?
Finarfin: She was hardly the Queen of Doriath. Anyhow.
Thranduil: Wasn't _her_ realm, if I recall.
Argon: *Takes out a few gold pieces* This should settle my bill at the
Inn....
Finarfin: The first major step in the downfall of the Noldorin kingdoms
was the Fifth Battle.
Argon: You're the best Adar ever! (And Fingon doesn't love you as much
as I do but this isn't the time or place to talk about it.)
Thranduil: Though I was, of course, only an Elfling when my family was
broken up by the attack... *smiles, showing teeth*
Fingolfin: *nods* Yes, yes, no need to bother with that when you move in.
Argon: I can't wait! Meanwhile, what are we looking at now?
Finarfin: At that time, Ard Galen was destroyed, becoming the Anfauglith,
and High King Nolofinwë was *a little louder* consumed by grief.
Fingolfin: *smiles and hands Argon more money*
Finarfin: He rode out to battle one-on-one with Melkor. Shown here.
Thranduil: *whispers to Haldir* better than being pecked to death by ducks
I suppose...
Fingolfin: Oh! Is that what it looked like?
Fingolfin: From a distance, I mean?
Maedhros: * Marvels at Melkor*
Thranduil: Melkor's helmet looks like a cheese-grater.
Fingolfin: I do believe Feanor was not the only insane one in the family.
Fingon: *quitely to Maedros* Where'd that bottle go?
Haldir: *grumbles and decides to leave the display to look for more wine.*
We aren't even IN here!
Fingolfin: *Turns on Fingon* Why didn't you STOP me!?
Thranduil: I have one here. *fills Fingon's glass*
Fingon: Uhh...
Finarfin: Nolofinwë was, of course, killed. Squished.
Fingon: You seemed to know what you were doing at the time?
Finarfin: You can sort of see him starting to be squished here.
Thranduil: Don't mind it, Haldir--we were there and they know it.
Argon: Yes, Fingon, if I had been alive I would have stopped our pop from
getting squished.
Fingolfin: *sadly shakes his head* At least I wounded him.
Finarfin: But note how he does bravely have his sword stuck in Melkor's
foot.
Haldir: *nods* Being squished suits him
Fingon: *to Thranduil with a level gaze* Thank you...
Fingolfin: Thank you Argon.
Celegorm: *contributes wtih a lovely sound effect by clapping his hands
hard together then groaning. *
Thranduil: *bows slightly* you're entirely welcome.
Fingolfin: *glares at Celegorm*
Argon: I'm just sorry my impetuosity got in my way.... *sniff*
Finarfin: Shortly after his death, we have...
Celegorm: *smirks*
Maedhros: *shows Fingon the bottle under his tunic*
Fingolfin: Impetuosity is in our genes.
Fingon: *grins* Brilliant. We'll need that later.
Argon: Is there a bar here?
Fingolfin: We all got it from Finwe.
Thranduil: No. But if you need a drink... *shows his bottle*
Finarfin: My dear son Findaráto and the mortal man Beren captured
by Sauron in the dungons of Minas Tirith.
Maedhros: We may need two by the time this is over.
Argon: *sidles up to Thranduil* Hello...
Fingon: We have Thranduil's, too.
Haldir: I need another drink, if you please *holds out glass*
Fingolfin: *grabs Thranduil's bottle*
Fingon: Aw!
Argon: Hey!
Maedhros: *laughs* Not anymore apparently!
Fingolfin: *takes a long drink and hands it back*
Argon: Is there any left?
Finarfin: A true hero, Findaráto sacrificed his own life so that
Beren could live. He was killed by that werewolf that's attacking him in the
display.
Celegorm: *takes a long moment to glower at the Beren.*
Celebrimbor: *examining Beren with some distaste* Makes you glad to be
elven.
Haldir: Giving his life for a Man? *snorts*
Fingolfin: Of course, of course, Arafinwe. A true hero. And a fool.
Argon: *looks at the werewolf* That looks like my dog Skippy.
Thranduil: *peeks into bottle* Time for another... *gets a second bottle
from a pocket in his tunic*
Finarfin: My son is not a fool!
Celegorm: Well we always knew that about him.
Finarfin: He was very brave!
Haldir: *holds out his glass to the king*
Maedhros: * Waits until everyone is grabbing at Thranduil's bottle, then
tugs Fingon into a corner and kisses him. It's over quick and he is back
out with the crowd, grinning like a fool.*
Finarfin: Fairest and most beloved of the House of Finwë, you know.
Fingolfin: Fine line between brave and foolish, brother.
Fingon: *gets a funny look* Very brave.
Finarfin: *nods to Fingon* Yes.
Argon: *looks around* what happened to the bottle?
Thranduil: *fills Haldir's glass and produces a goblet for Arakano
Fingolfin: He just had better scribes.
Celebrimbor: It was jolly kind of him. *pats Finarfin's arm*
Thranduil: Here. Have a drink. *grins*
Argon: Thank you, Thranduil.
Fingon: *elbows Fingolfin* Brave, I said.
Thranduil: My pleasure.
Argon: *pounds it*
Haldir: He is indeed very fair *looks at the Finrod figure* Why isnt' he
here?
Fingolfin: Arakano...there are more bottles back in the main room, would
you mind running after a few?
Finarfin: He was invited... I think he's just late.
Thranduil: *sniffs* Legolas is prettier.
Haldir: I like blondes... *smirks*
Fingon: I find that difficult to believe.
Fingolfin: *elbows Fingon back*
Finarfin: Next up, very sad is the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.
Thranduil: *glances archly at Fingon* have you MET Legolas?
Argon: Don't mind at all *runs to the bar in the main hall and grabs a
bunch*
Finarfin: Poor Findekáno is shown here, surrounded by Balrogs.
Fingon: I hate this part.
Fingolfin: *winces*
Argon: *runs back just in time to see the balrogs*
Fingon: *shudders*
Thranduil: Have another drink
Maedhros: * Bites his lower lip and pulls Fingon closer.*
Fingolfin: Thank you ion! *takes a bottle for himself*
Argon: *hands out bottles*
Fingon: *hold out his glass*
Finarfin: Slightly to the right, Maitimo is being delayed by Easterlings.
Fingolfin: Perhaps being squished wasn't so bad.
Thranduil: *fills Fingon's glass*
Haldir: I have met him... *grins* VERY close...
Thranduil: Manners, Haldir. *smirks*
Fingolfin: Fire always...makes me itch.
Fingon: *downs it and puts his forehead on Maedhros' shoulder*
Finarfin: And, sadly, right here we have the fall of Nargothrond.
Celebrimbor: That's a rather unusual reaction, you know.
Argon: *keeps one for himself* I'm a little disappointed I never had a
chance to see a Balrog.
Fingolfin: *looks sideways at Argon* You are?
Maedhros: *wraps one arm around Fingon and brushes lips over his forehead.*
Fingolfin: You're isnane too
Finarfin: Good grief, Arakáno, why would you want to see a Balrog?
Finarfin: The wax ones are horrible enough.
Thranduil: Galadriel in a pet comes close... surely you've seen that?
Argon: *sips from his bottle of wine* Well, they're rather exotic looking,
aren't they?
Fingon: *rolls his eyes* That's because you've never seen one.
Haldir: Where is Glaurung? Wasn't he at Nargothrond? *stares at scenario*
Finarfin: Well, it was a bit difficult to get an entire dragon into the
display, but you can see the tip of his tail through that window there.
Argon: *takes a hit from the bottle* Hah! Inane vs. Insane!
Finarfin: Imagine him sitting on top of a large pile of treasure.
Thranduil: *whispers* Smaug was bigger,
Haldir: *looks disappointed* I wanted to see the whole of him!
Fingon: *rolls his eyes again*
Finarfin: There are whole dragons in the Gondolin display, right next.
Fingolfin: *harumphs* Notice that it took a MAN to kill your dragon Thranduil
Fingolfin: I heard about it.
Argon: Hey yes! Let's go see the dragons in the Gondolin display....
Haldir: I bet Smaug was bigger... he had fed on wood elves, hadn't he?
Finarfin: But before Gondolin, the kinslayings of Doriath.
Thranduil: That's because my SON was busy fighting three TROLLS
Argon: *Another sip of the wine*
Thranduil: Oh great. The cheery part.
Celegorm: *actually perks*
Thranduil: *shoots an evil glare at Celegorm*
Celegorm: That was fun...
Finarfin: There's Tyelcormo attacking Dior, who in turn attacks Curufinwë.
Fingolfin: Celegorm, isn't this where you died?
Celegorm: Until that part.
Thranduil: *applauds*
Fingolfin: I get all confused.
Finarfin: Yes, you'll see a random Sinda about to sneak up and stab him.
Haldir: Finally, Doriath! Where is my father? *studies the scene, gradually
getting more disappointed* I cannot see him
Thranduil: The pissed-off child in the corner knifing a Noldo is me. *elbows
Haldir*
Finarfin: Who is your father?
Fingolfin: Haldir, they couldn't put in EVERY nameless moriquendi
Fingon: You know, this really is a collection of cheerful topics, isn't
it? *is starting to feel a little tipsy*
Haldir: He was a Marchwarden of Doriath!
Thranduil: Random Sinda my back-end... Dior himself offed Celegorm.
Fingolfin: Oh please. Dior was a child!
Haldir: You were cute... *elbows Thranduil*
Finarfin: Makalaurë assured me this is how it happened..
Argon: *appeasingly* Are some of us getting testy?
Thranduil: A bloody damned dangerous child, yes.
Thranduil: *glances at Haldir* Thank you. *winks*
Celegorm: It was luck. Pure luck.
Thranduil: No, it was the blessing of the Valar.
Fingolfin: *laughs at Fingon and takes a sip from his own bottle*
Fingolfin: Arafinwe, we should do this more often, relive all these memories!
Thranduil: *smiles at Haldir* _I_ think your father was a hero, Haldir.
He died defending my mother.
Haldir: *Sees a very stately blond Sinda at the back of the scenario* That
must be him!
Finarfin: And here is the Fall of Gondolin in all its glory, complete with
dragons.
Finarfin: And more Balrogs, Arakáno.
Thranduil: *looks* you know I believe it is!
Argon: Wow, more Balrogs! And Dragons.
Thranduil: See, there's my naneth, her golden Vanyar hair flowing....
Haldir: *stares*
Finrod: *Finrod slips into line*
Fingolfin: *shakes his head* Poor deluded Turgon.
Haldir: Finally a dragon!
Thranduil: *wiggles fingers hello at Finrod* See Haldir, I told them Legolas
was prettier.
Finarfin: Yes, Ehtelion fighting by the fountain, and Laurefindil about
to fall to his doom...
Thranduil: Where _is_ Glorfindel this evening?
Argon: I seemed to have missed out on most of the goings-on of Middle Earth.
*sigh*
Finarfin: Yes, you did. But then, so did I.
Haldir: *studies Finrod* Perhaps Legolas is prettier, but this one looks
even better than Glorfindel!
Fingolfin: *pats Arakano's back*
Fingolfin: Finrod! Welcome! Late as usual.
Argon: *Pats Finarfin's back as well*
Finarfin: And that is all for First Age Gallery number two- the fall of
the Noldorin Kingdoms.
Fingolfin: This was a sad gallery.
Finarfin: *looks up at the mention of his son's name* Findaráto?
Fingolfin: *points Arafinwe to the back of the group*
Haldir: *grants Finrod a smile, hoping to attract his attention*
Argon: Yes, this was a sad one. Do they get better? I'm rather ignorant
on my history....
Finrod: *Finrod smiles at the blond*
Finarfin: *pushes through the group* My dear son! *embraces Finrod in a
smothering way*
Thranduil: *raises an eyebrow* Finarfin reminds me of my father.
Haldir: Was he smothering too?
Thranduil: He could be. *grins*
Argon: Are we moving on?
Haldir: I always thought Oropher was a stern king
Finrod: *Finrod stands stiffly,saying nothing*
Thranduil: *grins* Oropher was and is a wonderful father. Just a tad...
impetuous.
Finarfin: How are you, my dear boy?
Argon: *wanders back to the main hall for another bottle of wine*
Finrod: I am fine, Father
Finarfin: Oh good, oh good...
Haldir: *Straightens his red velvet tunic and golden belt and tosses his
hair back, sending Finrod another LOOK*
Finarfin: Come on, you stand up at the front with me. *drags Finrod to
the front of the line*
Finarfin: Unfortunately we've already passed your best scenes.
Maedhros: *Finds that he has drifted off a bit from the group while lost
in the memories of his past and slowly moves to catch up.*
Argon: *Comes back to the tourists* Are we going on to the next display?
*Is getting impetuous*
Finrod: *Finrod relucantly lets his father drag him*
Celebrimbor: *mumbles* I'm starting to believe the novelty of waxworks
is wearing thin.
Gil-galad: *walks up and taps Maedhros on the shoulder* This the tour?
Finarfin: Next one, next one... into the next gallery, everyone.
Finarfin: Now. We have to go back a bit, because the last gallery was mainly
battle scenes and so forth.
Maedhros: *Jumps a bit at the tap, unaware anyone was more behind than
he was.* Uh.. Yes..
Fingolfin: *starts to follow Arafinwe, but stops at the sound of another
new voice* EREINION!
Maedhros: It's just ahead.
Argon: What happened to our tour guide? *starts going ahead* What is this
display of Bison eating grass?
Gil-galad: *blinks*
Haldir: The next gallery better have some SIndars!
Fingon: *tugs on Maedhros' hand* You alright? Let's rescue Finrod. *smirks*
Finarfin: This first display shows the murder of Aredhel by the treacherous
Sinda Eöl.
Maedhros: *Nods quietly and lets himself be guided along.*
Fingolfin: *looks at Argon* Bison?
Fingolfin: There, Haldir, Sindar.
Fingolfin: *smirks*
Finarfin: Yes. He even has a poisonous javelin.
Maedhros: Sindar are bison?
Finarfin: Isn't that something?
Argon: Aren't ther bison here? I've been dead too long... Or is it a racial
slur for Sindar?
Fingolfin: *shakes his head* No, Argon saw bison
Thranduil: *smirks* Nothing like a room full of Noldor for a good laugh...
Haldir: *shoots them an annoyed look*
Fingolfin: I was telling Haldir that there was the murderous Sindar, Eol
Haldir: They are racists, all of them. The only Sinda they show, is the
bad one
Finarfin: Then here, the marriage of Idril and Tuor.
Thranduil: Yes thank you, we got that bit, Finwe.
Fingolfin: Ereinion! Come up here, say hello to your grandfather. And your
father, for that matter.
Finarfin: Idril's gown was recreated by a famous seamstress in Alqualondë,
Argon: Haldir, you seem to have some issues.
Fingolfin: Oh.. Idril, gorgeous child.
Thranduil: I'm half Sinder. *grins at Haldir* And I've been known to be...
bad...
Fingon: *pushes up close to Finrod* Cousin! *claps him on the shoulder*
How have you been! *walks slower and slower and draws him away from the front
of the line a bit*
Gil-galad: *makes his way up the line to stand by Fingolfin* Um... did
I miss much?
Haldir: You are ... much better bad! *grins*
Fingolfin: *waves his hand* Most of the first age and the fall of the Noldorin
kingdoms then.
Thranduil: *smirks* Oh I agree....
Finrod: *Finrod looks scandalized to Fingon* hello... cousin
Finarfin: And continuing the same history, here are the survivors of Gondolin,
and Doriath I suppose, gathering at the Havens of Sirion.
Thranduil: So they can be slaughtered in _their_ turn. *grins*
Gil-galad: Oh... nothing of me yet, then?
Maedhros: *joins Fingon and closes in on Finrod's other side.* Yes, hello
cousin.
Fingon: *grins* It's been a while, hasn't it?
Finarfin: Yes yes, next does come the kinslayings of Avernien.
Fingolfin: Fingon! Don't tease your cousin. We can't have that ...crying.
Argon: Jeeps, brother Fingon, do you always have to be slinking off to
the back?
Thranduil: *pats Gil on the arm* You'll doubtless be shown later, saving
the world, in the display that ignores my father and me. *winks*
Gil-galad: Oh. Good! *nods happily*
Gil-galad: I did save the world a couple times.
Thranduil: How have you been? *produces another goblet and fills it with
Dorwinion.* Have a drink...
Fingolfin: Oh yea, Gil-galad. I hope you can face your own death.
Fingon: I'm not teasing anybody.
Thranduil: *rolls eyes* Ereinion, you are so... dear. *grins*
Fingon: *frowns* I'm simply being...friendly.
Fingolfin: *raises an eyebrow at Fingon* REally?
Finarfin: There you can see Maitimo and Makalaurë carrying off Elros
and Elrond. The bird above is Elwing.
Argon: Howdy, Gil-galad, I seem to have missed your Big Moment in History.
Good to meet you.
Fingolfin: Finrod doesn't look too pleased.
Gil-galad: I can face my own death. I mean, I did it once already.
Fingolfin: But then, he never does, does he?
Thranduil: Notice how Elrond and Elros are struggling in terror.
Fingon: Give me time.
Argon: Ohhh.... poor boys.
Gil-galad: *nods to Argon* Nice to meet you.
Fingolfin: Gil- you really were the best remembered...you even got your
own song.
Maedhros: *Is rather glad now that Elladan has gone off.*
Thranduil: Not every day one sees one's mother dive off a cliff and turn
into a bird...
Gil-galad: *nods* I love that song.
Fingolfin: Oh, yes, little Elrond and Elros
Argon: You too, Gil-galad! Yes, I'm jealous of your song.
Finrod: *Finrod looks at both cousins... and wonders if he could make a
run for his carriage*
Finarfin: But Elwing is alive and fine in the next display, sailing into
the West with Eärendil.
Thranduil: Your song is tops in the Greenwood--along with the Barrel Song.
*grins at Gil*
Fingon: *pauses to look at the figures and gives Maitimo a significant
look*
Gil-galad: Speaking of Elrond... is he here?
Celebrimbor: Um, your highness? I need to go now. I, er... left a fire
on in the forge.
Thranduil: Haven't seen him. Pity, really...
Gil-galad: Ai.
Fingolfin: The Valar obviously discovered pipeweed before the hobbits did.
I think they used some at this point in time.
Finarfin: You do? Well that's a shame.
Maedhros: *Turns to see Findekano's look and is unsure of it.*
Fingolfin: Oh...Celebrimbor, I'd think you'd know better.
Celebrimbor: No, not really... But thank you very much for the invitation.
The waxworks are lovely.
Celebrimbor: Hmm? Know what better?
Thranduil: Glances at the ceiling and quietly imitates a chicken*
Fingon: *laughs at Thranduil's...tact*
Thranduil: *winks*
Finrod: *Finrod moves ahead of fhis cousins, back into the line*
Thranduil: What's the next display, then?
Fingolfin: You'd know better than to leave a fire going?
Finarfin: And the moment you've all been waiting for... Eärendil leading
the Host of the West into the War of Wrath!
Finarfin: This display takes up the rest of the room.
Celebrimbor: What can I say, all of us make mistakes.
Fingon: *tuts and shrugs moving to walk close behind Finrod, making cheerful
conversation with him* So tell me how things have been, Finrod?
Celebrimbor: Goodnight all. Enjoy the rest of the exhibit. *shuffles out
of the room*
Argon: What happened to the tour guide? Where do we go next?
Finrod: Things have been fine.cousin... quiet up until now.
Finarfin: I'm the tour guide, you cretin.
Maedhros: *grins*
Gil-galad: Am I in this exhibit?
Thranduil: Aren't families such fun?
Gil-galad: I don't see me.
Maedhros: Aye. Wondertful fun.
Fingon: Oh, dear. Had a recent upset, have you? *rubs his back ...comfortingly*
Argon: *looks around* Cretin? Sorry. I have a short attention span.
Finrod: *Finrod turns to Gil* YOu know... you're not the only elf who ever
died to try to save sopmeone
Argon: So where do we go next?
Fingolfin: *looks at the large display* *snickers* Eonwe. Self-important
git, he was.
Finarfin: Stand in awe of the War of Wrath
Thranduil: *chuckles*
Fingolfin: *looks around startled* I didn't say that out loud, did I?
Gil-galad: I didn't die trying to save someone.
Thranduil: Yes, of course you did.
Argon: I'm afraid you did, pop.
Fingolfin: Finarfin! Argon is NOT a cretin!
Gil-galad: I died trying to cut Sauron's head off.
Finrod: *Finrod wonders if he missed the food and the drink... he could
use a good drink*
Finrod: Yes we know
Argon: Thanks Pop, for defending me. *sniff*
Thranduil: *produces another goblet from his tunic pocket and hands Finrod
a glass of Dorwinion*
Argon: Hey Findrod, want to go find the bar?
Finarfin: And that's the end of the First Age.
Haldir: *sneaks up next to Finrod* Hello there. I am Haldir of Lorien...
Fingolfin: Oh well, one more black mark against the house of finwe I guess.
*smirk*
Thranduil: My how time flies!
Fingolfin: Ereinion, you are there, in the back!
Thranduil: Subtle as a crossbow, that's our Haldir... *smirks*
Finarfin: I suggest we break for refreshments before heading upstairs to
view the Second Age.
Fingolfin: I think.
Maedhros: * Maedhros decided that he's seen enough for now and goes off
to find a drink *
Finrod: *Fid takes the glass and downs it upright* Better, this was always
the only way to deal with my relatives*
Gil-galad: What?! We're stopping now?
Gil-galad: I just got here!
Fingolfin: Yes, yes, refreshments.
Thranduil: Food, Ereinion. Drink. We all need one.
Gil-galad: *grumbles*
Fingolfin: Some food and drink will make us all...more alert for your displays,
Ereinion!
Finrod: Hello Haldir of Lorien... you must know that fellow my sister married
Haldir: Yes... I know him... *grins*
Argon: *Takes advantage of the break in this slow meander down memory lane*
Yes, I say we wet our whistles before the next leg of the tour.
Finarfin: *shoos everyone back toward the main hall* Come along, lots of
food awaits...
Fingon: *as he passes Fingolfin* I don't think you need any more.
Gil-galad: *looks at Fingon* ...Ada?
Finrod: Is my sister here? or Celeborn? *looks around*
Fingolfin: *snatches the bottle to keep it safe from Fingon* You mind your
own affairs, Findekano!
Thranduil: Not just at the moment, no.
Finarfin: No, son, they are not.
Fingolfin: No Finrod. They aren't here. Yet.
Fingon: *pauses mid-step*
Haldir: *Flashes his white teeth at Finrod* I am the only representative
from Lothlorien right now
Argon: *Once back in the main hall picks up a plate and fills it with olives*
See, I knew my brother would overindulge.
Gil-galad: It IS you! *throws his arms around Fingon*
Finrod: Well, I shall walk with you. My cousins always were wicked
Maedhros: *graduating from wine to a mixed cocktail, he fishes out the
cherry in his glass.*
Fingon: *is somewhat surprised, but returns the embrace* I...didn't see
you come in.
Finrod: *Finrod pulls Haldir toward the drink* Let us find something strong*
Thranduil: *leans over* I can tie a cherry stem in a knot with just my
tongue. Can you, Maedhros?
Gil-galad: I came in late. *doesn't let go* I haven't seen you since...
ever!
Haldir: *Eagerly goes with Finrod* Yes, there should be a bottle of Dorwinion
somewhere around here
Argon: *Finishes the olives and gets a martini. Looks at his brother and
his cousin. This must have developed after Arakáno's death* Hmm....
Maedhros: *looking at Thranduil slyly* Show me.
Fingolfin: *Sets his wine bottle down* I'll return shortly, need to...*looks
uncomfortable for a moment* *runs off to the little ex-king's room*
Thranduil: *gets himself a cocktail, fishes out the cherry, and deftly
produces the required proof.*
Finrod: *Finrod laughs* Thranduil, you were using that same line in Doriath!
Finrod: when you were a kid
Thranduil: Yes, and it worked then, too.
Finrod: Wheres your father?
Thranduil: *grins amiably* I was an adorable child, though a hellion, from
what they tell me.
Maedhros: * lifts one eyebrow* I'm impressed!
Thranduil: Adar? He said he'd be here... dunno, for certain.
Haldir: *shrugs* I have seen that before... Legolas did the same thing
- on me.... *smirks*
Thranduil: Tied YOUR cherry stem in a knot with his tongue? *preens* THAT'S
my boy!
Haldir: Yes he did
Fingon: Well...here I am. *smiles* Come take refreshments while there still...are
some. *looks at the crowd*
Thranduil: Of course, considering he's a third your age, it'd damned well
better have been recently....
Haldir: *nudges Finrod* I could demonstrate later, if you wish...
Gil-galad: *nods and heads over to the refreshments table*
Thranduil: So Finrod, how've you been keeping these days? We never see
you at our wild, godless Sindar parties...
Maedhros: I should have liked to have met your son, Thranduil. He sounds
like quite a wild spark.
Thranduil: *winks*
Gil-galad: *watches to make sure Fingon's not looking then sidles up to
Argon.* Hey. I'm a former High King of the Noldor. What do you do?
Finrod: I am not a party boy
Thranduil: Legolas? Ah, he's a dear child. Lovely as all get-out. And dangerous.
I wish he were here tonight.
Fingon: *lifts an eyebrow and smirks*
Finarfin: Has... anyone seen Fëanáro lately?
Thranduil: *grins at Finrod* Well... that's not a prerequisite. We'd love
to see you sometime.
Maedhros: *sigh* no. Knowing atar, we will not see him again tonight. He
ran off with Elladan. Who is FAR too young for him.
Thranduil: *smirks at Gil* Half the ROOM is a former High King of something,
Ereinion. You need a better line.
Finarfin: Oh goodness...
Argon: *Sidles up to Gil-Galad* Me? I'm just a "High Commander" who was
wiped out too soon to have much fun.
Gil-galad: Oh right.
Gil-galad: What's your name?
Thranduil: Elladan is an old soul in a young body. He's not far too young
for anyone.
Fingon: *fixes himself a small plate and pretends he isn't listening to
Thranduil's conversation*
Argon: *Runs a hand up Gil-Galad's arm* So what did YOU do in the war?
Haldir: So... Finrod...*Finds the bottle of Dorwinion he had hidden behind
the table* Do you like anything Sindarin?
Finrod: He died
Finrod: just like you
Argon: *snort*
Gil-galad: I wasn't born until the end of the First Age. But in the Second,
you should have seen me. I almost killed Sauron.
Finrod: I have spent some time with sindar elves ...
Argon: Almost?
Gil-galad: I would have killed him, but he set me on fire first.
Maedhros: Actually.. I was more worried about my father than Elrond's child.
That one semes almost feral.
Argon: Do tell... What were you wearing when you fought Sauron?
Haldir: Did you like it? *Gives him a LOOK*
Gil-galad: Some pretty hot armour.
Argon: Zowie!
Argon: I'd like to have seen that!
Gil-galad: Yeah. It was all gold and blue.
Fingon: *nods in spite of himself* I'd be worried about your father, too,
from the look of that one.
Finrod: Well yes... I rather liked Celeborn.
Argon: My favorite colors.
Gil-galad: Really? Mine too.
Gil-galad: *holds out his hand* I'm Ereinion Gil-galad.
Thranduil: *smirks* He was cute. And late. My father died as a result.
Great battle.
Gil-galad: Former High King of the Noldor.
Gil-galad: Did you know I was also the longest-reigning High King?
Haldir: I like Celeborn too. He is my Lord
Maedhros: Then it was not just my imagination? Do you think I should go
find him, Kano?
Finrod: He was just a young thing when i knew him
Thranduil: We all like Celeborn. He's too nice for his own good. *grins*
Finrod: My sister was all over him.
Thranduil: Still is. *winks*
Argon: Hello, there, Ereinion Gil-galad! I'm Arakáno. Apparently
after my death I was given the name of Argon, but that sounds like a research
laboratory.
Gil-galad: Arakáno.
Haldir: It is hard to imagine that Celeborn has ever been young
Fingon: I think one or the other of them might be extremely irritated if
you did so.
Gil-galad: *suddenly gets a weird look on his face* Are you my uncle?
Argon: *To Gil-galad* Yup, that's me.
Gil-galad: Oooohhhhhh.
Thranduil: Celeborn was young once, pen-neth--and unbelievably gorgeous.
*looks misty-eyed* I had SUCH a crush on him...
Argon: Do I owe you birthday presents or something?
Gil-galad: *turns red* Well this is awkward.
Maedhros: *sighs* Yes, I suppose your right. My brother seems to have wandered
off too.
Fingon: Maybe you ought to concentrate on having a nice time. *smiles*
Fingon: You seemed to be having a nice conversation a moment ago.
Argon: *To Gil-galad* why is this awkward? Do you have some kind of strange
ethical boundaries?
Finarfin: *gets himself a drink and stands beside Fingolfin* Well. I think
everything is going nicely.
Haldir: I still have that... *looks dreamy* But he will never know
Gil-galad: You're my uncle!
Argon: *Gets another drink at the bar, this time with four green olives*
Yes, so?
Maedhros: Oh.. Yes. It was. But it's over now. Maybe I will just go get
some more food.
Finrod: Celeborn and i used to go hunting
Gil-galad: *groans* Sorry but I have to go hit on somebody I'm not related
to.
Gil-galad: *mumbles to himself* Which should be almost impossible in this
crowd...
Thranduil: *raises an eyebrow at Gil* You'll have to look far and wide...
but not too far...
Argon: *Pffhfft!* OK, good luck! *laughs*
Finrod: *Finrod laughs at Gil-galad* my dear... you are related to all
us infernal Noldor
Haldir: I am not related to anybody here...*lifts an eyebrow*
Gil-galad: *walks over and taps Fingon on the shoulder*
Argon: Hi, Haldir...
Fingolfin: *nods to Arafinwe* Yes, surprising. But of course, Feanor is
still gone and Oropher hasn't showed up, and no one has overly drank too much.
Finrod: *he points to Thranduil and Haldir* those are not relatives
Haldir: Well hello there...
Argon: *To Haldir* How are you doing?
Argon: Would you like some green olives?
Fingolfin: You're going to have to uh...satisfy yourself, Ereinion.
Haldir: I am doing fine, thanks... but I am not fond of olives
Thranduil: *laughs delightedly* Only the Noldor could make being Sindar
POPULAR!
Fingon: *squeezes Maedhros' hand* Just tell me if you want to leave or
go check on your father.
Argon: What about cocktail onions?
Haldir: Yes please
Fingon: *turns* Ereinion! Are you getting along alright?
Argon: *To Haldir* Here you go.... *puts a couple of cocktail onions in
Haldir's red wine* I like your hair....
Gil-galad: Could you maybe point out which ones I'm not really closely
related to?
Haldir: *looks confused at the onions in his wine* uhm... my hair? Ah..
thank you! *preens*
Thranduil: *winks* you aren't related to ME at all...
Gil-galad: Really?
Maedhros: *Smiles and nods, sticking close to Fin, but grabbing some bacon
wrapped somethings as they go by on a tray.*
Finrod: Gil... like I said ... the pretty blond sindar... those are not
your relatives
Fingon: Well, yes. These two right here.
Gil-galad: *sidles up to Thranduil* I'm not related to you AND I've never
killed a Sinda. That has to count for something.
Fingon: *points at Haldir and Thranduil*
Haldir: Finally they are seeing our worth! *grins to Thranduil*
Argon: *Kisses Haldir* Either olives or cocktail onions or marischino cherries.
Thranduil: *grins at Gil* I've always wondered about that spear of yours,
Ereinion....
Argon: *To Haldir* Do you use a rinse in your hair?
Fingon: Oh, for...
Gil-galad: I do have a spear.
Finrod: *Finrod makes his way to the bar and pours himself a large glass
of bourbon... straght up*
Fingon: I think I'll leave you to it.
Fingolfin: *hopes Gil-galad doesn't fall for that lame spear line*
Haldir: *lifts an eyebrow at the sudden kiss* yes, of course. I use the
Lothlorien brand
Finarfin: *wanders around checking on everyone* Nolofinwe? You look like
you're doing all right...
Finarfin: Findaráto? Do you need anything? You really shouldn't
be drinking that, you know...
Argon: *grabs Haldir by the arm* What happened to the tour?
Finrod: Why not? Seeing all those relatives... makes a person need a drink...
several in fact.
Haldir: I think the tour is over... No Doriath, and no Lothlorien. A waste
oftime
Thranduil: *licks the rim of his goblet and grins at Gil*
Fingolfin: Yes, yes, Arafinwe. I"m fine. *slips out to look at that exhibit
again, just to make certain it was a fly and not a wart*
Elladan: *sails back into the main hall with
his brother on one arm and Feanor on the other, looking appropriately debauched*
Gil-galad: *leans back to look more sophisticated*
Finarfin: Findekáno and maitimo... you look like you're doing fine
on your own.
Thranduil: Oh look, here come Elrond's lads and... everyone's relative.
Elrohir: *smiles at his brother and takes a sip of the wine he carried
in* Quite busy in here, is it not?
Argon: When does the music start?
Thranduil: Except mine.
Fingon: *nudges Maedhros*
Fëanor: *Feanor looks disheveled and mussed as he enters the main
room carrying a half empty bottle of wine*
Maedhros: *Sees the state his father is in and moans.*
Maedhros: Well, at least he's in a good mood now.
Finrod: *Finrod almost growled at the site of his uncle*
Finarfin: Fëanáro. I'll just ... leave you alone.
Elladan: *is having a wonderful time, spots Maedhros and just grins*
Celegorm: Oh.Eru.
Fingon: He looks...alright, at least.
Fëanor: *glares at Finarfin*
Finarfin: Tyelcormo? You're being quiet.
Finrod: My life is complete.. uncle Feanor
Finarfin: Do you need anything? Drink? Food?
Thranduil: *hands Finrod another drink*
Argon: *wanders from Haldir to the buffet table* Yum, mostaccioli!
Finrod: I think I need another drink... *to no one in particular*
Celegorm: In a twisted way, to know what happened there. *points at adar
and others* But then again
Maedhros: *Nods* Oh.. I know that look. He's going to be obnoxious in his
gloating.
Thranduil: You have one in your hand, Finrod.
Fëanor: Hello Finrod...*grins happily*
Finarfin: I don't think you want to know what happened there.
Finarfin: It's best left unsaid.
Thranduil: *winks at Feanor* Have a good time, grand-dad?
Fëanor: *winks back* Why yes...
Finrod: *Finrod downs his third drink* Hello, Uncle.
Thranduil: Good. *chuckles warmly*
Fëanor: How was the rest of the tour?
Gil-galad: *shifts in his seat, trying to draw Thranduil's attention back
to him*
Thranduil: *runs a fingertip along the back of Gil's hand* Boring. Not
enough Sindar.
Maedhros: You missed your death, mine and the rest of the family.
Haldir: *sneaks off to use a glass pane as mirror again, and straightens
his hair and tunic for the umpteenth time*
Elrohir: *looks around* It looks as thought we've missed the tour.
Fëanor: *Nods* I am glad for that ion...
Finarfin: I can always do another.
Maedhros: *grunts*
Argon: *sneaks up behind Haldir and messes up his hair*
Elladan: It's not as if the entire family's dirty laundry hasn't been aired
enough.
Thranduil: No, no, that's fine...
Finrod: have a drink son of Elrond. Have two..
Thranduil: two drinks? Or two sons?
Gil-galad: I'd like a drink.
Thranduil: *grins predatorially at Gil*
Elrohir: I would very much like to see the museum at some point. I have
never seen such a place.
Thranduil: Of... what?
Finrod: *Finrod laughs* our family is little but dirty laundry
Gil-galad: Ohhhhh... anything really.
Elladan: And airing it can be so much fun!
Elladan: But really, did it take a formal party and a bunch of snooty comments
to do it?
Finrod: *Finrod grumps*
Argon: Did we ever finish the tour? Seems to me we broke for refreshements
and never ended it.
Thranduil: *Snags a waiter and gets a nice mixed drink with cherries in
it for Gil*
Finarfin: *pats Elrohir's shoulder* I'd be honoured to show you around,
dear.
Elladan: *to Elrohir* Go on, just hurry back so we can finish what we started.
*loves the assumptions game*
Gil-galad: *takes the drink* Thank you. What is it?
Fingon: *sighs*
Maedhros: *wanders back down one of the halls to look over his past in
a slightly more peace.*
Thranduil: *feels a shiver run up his back*
Maeglin: *knocks on door and waits impatiently*
Fëanor: *sneaks to the buffet and loads up another plate*
Thranduil: Someone's at the door...
Elrohir: Of course, brother. I shall make haste, though I do want to see
these statues...
Argon: *To himself* Hmm... seems like everyone knows what went on after
I died.
Gil-galad: Somebody who's related to me?
Maeglin: Hellooooo?
Elladan: *follows Feanor, waving his brother off to see the statues*
Gil-galad: If so, they can stay outside.
Thranduil: *glances distractedly at Gil* Hollin vodka and cherries.
Gil-galad: Sounds good.
Fëanor: *To Elladan* Have some food. It is wonderful.
Gil-galad: *downs his drink on one gulp*
Argon: Hello, Maeglin....
Maeglin: *walks in anyway*
Finrod: *Finrod talks to his drink* ohhh and theres our poster child for
bad Noldor *
Thranduil: Mind the cherries dear...
Gil-galad: Maeglin? But he's related to me. Somehow.
Elladan: *steals a morsel off Feanor's plate*
Maeglin: *flings wrap at a random elf*
Thranduil: *glances toward the door* I wouldn't admit that if I were you...
Finrod: Yes Gil-galad, hes your cousin
Maeglin: *eyebrow hoist*
Gil-galad: I said "somehow"
Gil-galad: *swishes his drink* This is pretty strong.
Argon: *Sees that Maeglin is rather haughty*
Maeglin: Who's in charge of this mess anyway?
Elrohir: I know you just finished giving a tour, you do not mind?
Thranduil: *grins at Gil* Have another.
Finarfin: Mess? What mess? I am in charge here.
Gil-galad: Don't mind if I do!
Maeglin: *smiles* Then I have you to thank for the kind invitation.
Fëanor: *loads a plate with snacks and turns to the elder twin to
feed him a bite*
Maeglin: *eyes buffet*
Finrod: Hello Maeglin *Finrod is actually impressed by this one's looks*
Haldir: *Finally sees somebody as haughty as himself and perks up*
Elladan: *makes a show of eating from Feanor's fingers*
Maeglin: Please tell me that there is something besides warg meat and stale
cheese.
Argon: *Eats another green olive and looks at the newcomer Maeglin*
Thranduil: Down, Haldir... that one's poison.
Finarfin: There are some very fine foods here, young sir.
Argon: Hell - o.
Celegorm: *eyes the twin and his father, fights to keep from gagging, eyes
Maeglin instead*
Haldir: *growls* I am not your dog, Thranduil
Finarfin: So I'd ask you to mind your manners.
Maeglin: *smiles* Hello, yourself.
Argon: My name is Arakáno... what's yours?
Maeglin: *smiles and shrugs* Just making conversation.
Maeglin: Forgive me if I offend.
Thranduil: *smiles through a snarl* that was a helpful warning, _boy_.
Maeglin: Maeglin *extends hand*
Finrod: *Finrod excuses himself to rid himself of some alcohol*
Fëanor: *grins at Elladan* Good?
Elladan: *purrs* Very.
Maeglin: *cranes neck to inspect buffet*
Finarfin: *loudly* Are any of the newcomers up for a second-round tour
of the waxworks?
Maeglin: Gods, I'm famished.
Thranduil: *smiles down at Gil* You want to take the rest of the tour?
Maeglin: Waxworks? *perks*
Fëanor: *groans at Finarfin* Again brother?
Argon: *Arakáno's eyes look Maegor up and down like a searchlight*
The meatballs are good...
Elrohir: I would take a tour, yes. *refills his wine*
Maeglin: Let me fetch a glass of...whatever it is you have and I'll join.
Haldir: Hello there, Maeglin. *gives his most flashing smile*
Maeglin: *bows* Greetings...um...Blond Elf.
Argon: *takes Maeglin's arm because Haldir has rejected him* I'll go on
another tour.
Gil-galad: Well, you've already seen it...
Thranduil: *groans softly* Don't they teach history in Lorien??
Haldir: I am Haldir of Lorien *nods*
Maeglin: *fetches glass and pours a stout drink*
Gil-galad: Maybe we can catch round three. If we
Gil-galad: we've had enough drinks by then.
Fëanor: *Feeds another morsel to Elladan*
Finarfin: Very well, new tour group, follow me...
Maeglin: *smiles at Haldir and Arakano* Shall we? *balances glass*
Haldir: *frowns at Argon because he ran off from him*
Argon: *Gets rather impatient at Haldir* Why do YOU need to go on the tour
again?
Elrohir: *walks over to queue up for the tour*
Maeglin: *enormous eyeroll*
Elladan: *snaking an arm around Feanor's waist*
Maeglin: For cripes sake! I'm getting a headache and I just arrived!
Fëanor: *leans into him*
Thranduil: He wants to see if the Sindar miraculously showed up in history
yet.
Fingon: *watches the new tourgroup congregate*
Elladan: *having the time of his life*
Elrohir: *winks at his brother* I will be back.. don't have too much fun
without me.
Elladan: *winks back* Hurry up and I won't.
Haldir: *lifts an eyebrow at Argon* You kissed me and ran off... i did
not think you were interested?
Maedhros: *Comes back in time for the next tour and hunts the room for
Fingon*
Fëanor: *Whispers to the twin* I am enjoying myself...never thought
I would.
Fingon: *is standing in a corner, watching the room darkly*
Gil-galad: So um... what else is good to drink here?
Argon: *Hears the phrase "For cripes sakes" and feels an instant connection
to Maeglin*
Elladan: *smiles and whispers back* Life's not worth living if you can't
feel alive.
Maeglin: *goes with tour*
Haldir: *Eyes Feanor who is being mauled by a twin*
Elladan: *catches Haldir's eye and winks*
Maedhros: *Spotting him, slips over and nuzzles his cheek.* You look as
dark as a stormcloud, meleth.
Fëanor: I never live in half measures...
Argon: *Has second thoughts about Haldir's feelings* Do you want to go
on another tour? With Me? *coyly*
Haldir: That depends...
Argon: How about a tour of the back yard?
Elladan: *turns his attention back to Feanor* You have for a long while,
I think. And you're just getting out of the habit.
Thranduil: *hands Gil another drink: Lorien whiskey and water*
Thranduil: You'll like this....
Gil-galad: Hmmm... *downs it* Yes, that one's good too.
Finrod: *Finrod wonders if his carriage is still waiting*
Fingon: Mm...I was concerned.
Fëanor: *Runs a hand along Elladan's cheekbone* You may be right.
*muses*
Thranduil: *raises his eyebrows* I'll get you a new liver for Yule...
Argon: Hey, Haldir, there is a fountain outside we can swim in. I bet no
one will notice.
Maedhros: Concerned about what?
Haldir: *eyes Argon* Perhaps Maeglin would like to join us?
Elladan: *nuzzles his hand* You know I'm right.
Gil-galad: Livers are overrated.
Argon: I think he went on the museum tour, but if he didn't he'd be fun
to have around.
Thranduil: *hands Gil a small plate* Here are some chicken livers wrapped
in bacon. *grins*
Fëanor: *nods* Yes...so wise for one so young.
Argon: *Kicks sox and shoes off*
Gil-galad: *grins* Anything wrapped in bacon is fine by me!
Argon: Woo! I want to swim in the fountain! *Gets a bottle of whiskey to
bring along*
Elladan: *murmurs against Feanor's ear* Oh, I'm not young. Just immature
when I can get away with it.
Thranduil: *wraps a piece of bacon around one fingertip* Really?
Gil-galad: Yeah...
Haldir: *Smiles to Argon* That sounds interesting
Thranduil: *sucks the bacon off his finger and chews thoughtfully*
Gil-galad: I want one..
Argon: *To Gil-galad* If I promise not to do anything inappropriate, would
you like to come out and swim in the fountain with Haldir and me?
Thranduil: *Arches an eyebrow* One... what?
Fëanor: *Closes the space between them and nuzzles his neck* You are
young at heart...
Argon: *Runs toward the door* Things are getting rather mushy in here....
Fingon: Nothing of consequence. *smiles* Let's take that bottle of wine
somewhere until the tour resumes before I have a serious problem.
Gil-galad: One of whatever you're having.
Maedhros: *Wrinkles his nose* I need to get away from here.
Elladan: And you're getting younger at heart every moment.
Fingon: Exactly.
Thranduil: *grins ferally*
Fingolfin: *comes in from the exhibit area, having ascertained that it
was indeed a fly*
Haldir: *strides elegantly after Argon*
Elladan: *trying very hard not to laugh at the pandaemonium around them*
Fingolfin: Feanor!
Fingon: *tugs at Maedhros' hand*
Fingolfin: I was trying to figure out exactly your relationship to Elladan
Maedhros: *Grabs the bottle and lets Fingon lead them away*
Fingolfin: Your half-niece's grandson.
Fëanor: *looks at the ceiling* Yes brother....
Fingolfin: what's that?
Finrod: *Finrod decides to go home*
Gil-galad: *tastes a piece of bacon* Not bad.
Fingolfin: Your...half-grand nepehew?
Elladan: *gives the other elf a look* Nothing illegal, I assure you.
Argon: *to Haldir* Come on, I guess no one else wants to have any fun...
Fingolfin: *waves at Finrod, too late*
Thranduil: *gets a piece of bacon from one of the platters and wraps it
into a little rose; holds it between thumb and forefinger near Gil's mouth*
Gil-galad: *bites it delicately*
Thranduil: *watches like a hawk, his lips parted slightly*
Fëanor: *Glares at Fingolfin*
Fingolfin: Elladan, your brother left already?
Fingolfin: *glares back at Feanor*
Elladan: *cutely* Oh, he went to see the statues. I think he needed a break
from all the attention.
Elladan: *runs a fingertip across Feanor's ear*
Gil-galad: That's even better than the last one.
Thranduil: There's more where that came from.
Fëanor: *shivers*
Gil-galad: I'd like more.
Thranduil: You know... *lightly rubs the bacon rose along Gil's lower lip...*
I thought you looked stunning at Dagorlad.
Gil-galad: Really?
Thranduil: All that armour....
Thranduil: *nods* mmmmm... yes.
Gil-galad: It was good, wasn't it?
Thranduil: *nods again* Absolutely.
Elladan: Well, I'm for a swim. *to Feanor* How about you, melethron?
Thranduil: I couldn't stop watching you. *grins* Almost lost my head to
an Orc, if Elrond hadn't been paying attention.
Fëanor: *nods* That sounds fun to me pen neth.
Gil-galad: Yeah, Elrond's good for paying attention. He does that a lot.
Gil-galad: Say, is my ada watching us?
Thranduil: *chuckles* He called me a prat, right there on the battlefield
in front of the Uruks.
Thranduil: *looks around* No... don't think so...
Gil-galad: Oh good.
Gil-galad: *folds a piece of bacon into an inappropriate shape and holds
it out to Thranduil*
Elladan: *heads that direction, giving Fingolfin one of those you're-just-jealous-because-you're-too-clos
e-kin-to-take-out-your-sexual-frusteration-on-him grins*
Fingolfin: *Throws an olive at Elladan*
Elladan: *catches it in his mouth*
Thranduil: *raises one eyebrow* You bloody Noldor devil you... *lunges
forward and takes it in his mouth, nipping the tip of Gil's finger on purpose*
Fëanor: *grins at Fingolfin and winks wickedly*
Fingolfin: *thinks about throwing one of the ice carvings at Elladan but
doesn't*
Fëanor: *saunters off to the fountain*
Elladan: *follows Feanor*
Fingolfin: *throws an olive at the back of Feanor's head *
Gil-galad: You bit me.
Thranduil: *licks his lips*
Thranduil: Yes, I did. And you tasted good.
Gil-galad: *sucks on his finger* Ow.
Thranduil: Oh here, allow me... least I can do...
Thranduil: *takes Gil's hand and lightly licks the "injured" finger* Yum.
you taste like bacon.
Thranduil: There--all better?
Gil-galad: Thanks.
Thranduil: *drops a pin* Ooops!
Gil-galad: *pokes at the liver* Is this good?
Gil-galad: *looks at the pin* Uh oh.
Thranduil: I think they are. *holds one up to Gil's lips*
Gil-galad: You better pick that up. Somebody might step on it.
Thranduil: *glances at the pin* Don't worry, it's small. I'll get it.
Thranduil: *closes the pin and hides it in a pocket*
Fingolfin: *looks around* Where is everyone?
Gil-galad: *takes the bite from Thranduil* Yep, good.
Thranduil: Several of them have gone off to play in the fountain. *grins
at Gil*
Gil-galad: Fountain, huh? That could be fun.
Fingolfin: *nods* I see. *sighs* The curse of being related to nearly everyone.
My misfortune
Fingolfin: I believe I'll go find Finrod.
Gil-galad: I'm not related to Thranduil. Lucky, huh?
Fingolfin: You all seem...occupied.
Gil-galad: If you weren't my grandfather, you know...
Fingolfin: *laughs*
Fingolfin: I'm sure.
Fingolfin: *wanders off to find Finrod*
Gil-galad: He is sort of attractive. For my grandfather.
Thranduil: *nods* Adorable... like you.
Thranduil: How do you feel about younger Sindar? *grins*
Gil-galad: *sighs wistfully at Finrod* He's related to me too.
Gil-galad: Younger Sindar? Like how young?
Thranduil: Dearheart, nearly everyone in this room is related to you.
Thranduil: *grins at him* Oh, my age...
Gil-galad: You're younger than I?
Thranduil: Oh definitely. But not by a lot....
Gil-galad: When were you born?
Thranduil: A few years before Doriath fell.
Gil-galad: Not much younger than I am at all.
Glorfindel: Greetings and salutations, my dearest party goers! *Glorfindel
throws open the doors and strolls in in his black robe, trimmed with gold*
Thranduil: Oh good, then. *smiles sweetly*
Gil-galad: *looks up and smiles* Wait! I don't think he's related to me!
Thranduil: Oh my goodness. Where are my sun shades? *grins* Hi Glorfindel!
Gil-galad: Come sit with us, dear Elf!
Glorfindel: Why thank you, dear elves! *Throws himself down into a seat*
How be you today?
Finrod: *Finrod gets out of his carriage and decides he not drunk enough
yet and goes back into the museum*
Gil-galad: We're drinking drinks.
Thranduil: *smirks* Was doing just fine before you dimmed all the candles.
*gives Glorfindel a bearhug* How the heck are you, Golden Flower?
Gil-galad: And eating things wrapped in bacon.
Thranduil: Gil's counting relatives. *looks about wryly* Notable Noldor...
collect the whole set...
Glorfindel: Exceedingly brilliant if I do not say so myself! *Wraps his
arms around Thranduil just as tightly*
Fingolfin: *Comes back from hunting Finrod* GLorfindel! Greetings. And
Finrod! Welcome back!
Finrod: *He doesn't knock, just opens the door*
Fingolfin: I knew you'd be returning.
Thranduil: *Grins and woofs as all his breath goes out*
Fingolfin: *smirk*
Glorfindel: My... What a party! *Grabs himself a drink*
Gil-galad: You missed the tour. So did I.
Fingolfin: You missed your moments of glory in wax.
Fingolfin: They had you fighting balrogs, Glorfindel.
Thranduil: Balrogs enmeshed in your tresses, very dangerous. *winks*
Glorfindel: What a pity! But there was some rather messy business that
had to be attended to!
Gil-galad: Oh?
Glorfindel: WHAT?! They dared to touch my hair?!
Thranduil: Back then? Or tonight?
Thranduil: Gah, you and Legolas with the hair...
Fingolfin: Well, your hair did burn off, didn't it?
Finrod: Hello Uncle Fin
Gil-galad: It IS nice hair.
Glorfindel: Thank you! It is LOVELY hair!
Thranduil: *grumps* mine's just as golden.
Finrod: *Finrod looks at Glorfindel* ohh another hero arrives... Hi Glorfindel
Fingolfin: *Flops down in a chair with a plate of cheese and crackers and
a bottle of wine* Finrod, grab a bottle and join us.
Finrod: *Finrod does not hesitate* Wine sounds perfect
Glorfindel: Thranduil, my dear elf... You live in a cave. In a forest.
You see no sunlight! How do you expect to have supremely golden hair?
Fingolfin: Uh...we're not interrupting, are we Ereinion? Thranduil?
Thranduil: I see plenty of sunlight.
Thranduil: *catches up some of his thick, lush, lovely GOLDEN hair* and
it hasn't harmed my lovely hair a bit.
Glorfindel: Really?! Then how come you are many, many shades pastier than
I am?
Thranduil: Ereinion likes my hair...
Gil-galad: I do.
Thranduil: *Smirks* see?
Gil-galad: Looks really nice with my hair.
Fingolfin: Ereionion is a confirmed ....flirt.
Gil-galad: We compliment each other.
Thranduil: *puts their heads together* Yes, indeed we do.
Finrod: *Finrod looks at own golden hair* My hair is as gold as yours,
Glor.
Glorfindel: *Glorfindel leans over and compares his hair to Thranduil's*
But see... There is a sheen to mine that yours is missing!
Gil-galad: Do you spray yours with wax?
Thranduil: Careful, Finrod... Glorfindel gets downright bitchy about his
hair. *pats Glory on the head* He's as bad as my son.
Thranduil: In fact I'm betting he's the one who put all those ideas in
Legolas's head when he was little!
Finrod: *Finrod almost chokes on his wine as he laughs at Gilgalalds wax
comment*
Glorfindel: Me?! No such thing!
Gil-galad: Your hair IS unnaturally shiny.
Glorfindel: And no... No wax touches my hair, that would indeed DULL the
shine~
Thranduil: *gets Glorfindel a drink* Oh relax, Gondolinion. All is well.
Have a drink.
Glorfindel: Everything is all right with enough wine!
Fingolfin: Golden hair seems to attract balrogs
Finrod: Indeed it is!
Gil-galad: It really does.
Thranduil: Balrogs have excellent taste then.
Thranduil: *grins at Gil*
Finrod: Mine attracted werewolves
Fingolfin: dark hair attracts melkor, or his minions
Glorfindel: Balrogs are like bower birds. Except they like gold things,
not blue.
Fingolfin: oh, then golden hair attracts ....*grins for Ereinion's benefit*
beasts.
Thranduil: Blue is one of my favourite colours... *glances at Gil's clothing*
Gil-galad: Mine too.
Thranduil: *smiles*
Gil-galad: But... I like green too.
Glorfindel: They really are quite stupid beasts! They fight you because
they want to add you to their shiny thing collection
Thranduil: I like green too.
Glorfindel: We've noticed! *smiles*
Thranduil: *smirks at Glory*
Glorfindel: *smirks back*
Gil-galad: Grandfather, you won't tell Ada about what I'm doing tonight,
will you?
Thranduil: *leans closer* And what exactly ARE you doing tonight?
Glorfindel: Took the words right out of my mouth!
Gil-galad: Um... *whispers to Thranduil*
Glorfindel: *leans an interested ear closer to see if he can catch anything*
Gil-galad: *smiles*
Thranduil: *whispers back very softly*
Glorfindel: Oh you two are impossible! *Flounces off and comes back with
more wine*
Thranduil: Glorfindel's cute when he gets like this.
Gil-galad: I guess we're not as sophisticated as you.
Glorfindel: ...Are conspiring! I can see that!
Thranduil: *stands up* I think I need some fresh air...
Finrod: *Finrod downs the last of his wine*
Finrod: come on Uncle... lets get another one
Thranduil: Ereinion--you know this place better than I. Surely there must
be lovely gardens somewhere?
Glorfindel: What is it with you Mirkwoodians and fresh air??
Gil-galad: Oh, probably...
Fingolfin: *Raises an eyebrow at Ereinion.* Me? Tell your father anything?
He doesn't listen to me...
Gil-galad: We could take a walk around and look.
Thranduil: We like fresh air.
Thranduil: *smiles meltingly* I would like that.
Fingolfin: *stands up* That's a good idea, Finrod. Count me in.
Glorfindel: Comes from living in a cave I guess! *smirks*
Finrod: *Drink up, Uncle_ hic_ Fin*
Thranduil: *to Glory* And it's GREENWOOD.
Finrod: the night is young
Gil-galad: We'll be back. Maybe.
Finrod: there are battles to fight and cousins...err orcs to kill
Glorfindel: Oh, whatever! *takes another drink and offers some to Thranduil*
Fingolfin: *downs his glass and gets another, and an extra bottle* Finrod,
I think we need to look more closely at some of the exhibits
Thranduil: *takes the drink, offers a sip to Gil*
Fingolfin: Glorfindel, you going outside with them?
Thranduil: No, he's not. He wants to see the Balrogs in the exhibit.
Finrod: Come on then... lets go see waxy us!
Glorfindel: *whispers* I think they wish to be alone!
Thranduil: Don't you. *raises an eyebrow at Glorfindel*
Glorfindel: Of course! See what they've done to my hair!
Maeglin: *wanders back in, empty glass in hand*
Thranduil: It's pre-Balrog. Not burned off yet. Nicely arranged. Go look.
Maeglin: *eyes table for a bottle of something stronger*
Finrod: Hey Thranduil, don't forget Ol' Gilgalad is the Noldor responsbiel
for your death and allll those Sinda elves of yours *he grins evilly and
guides his uncle to the door to the wax museum*
Fingolfin: Finrod and I are going to re-arrange some of the exhibits to
show our...better sides. I think.
Glorfindel: Good!
Fingolfin: Maeglin!
Fingolfin: My evil grandson!
Thranduil: *smirks* That means he has a lot to make up for.
Fingolfin: Come with us!
Finrod: Do you think we should burn Meahdros?
Gil-galad: I can make up for a lot tonight, I hope.
Maeglin: Oh Stars...the exhibits are boring as f*ck
Maeglin: *takes a big swallow of something strong*
Maeglin: I'm all for rearraging whatever.
Glorfindel: That is your opinion, I am off to view them!
Thranduil: *grins at Gil* Come out to the garden and explain that last
charge to me... the one where Adar bit it.
Fingolfin: Poor Ereinion. Like a lamb to slaughter.
Maeglin: *eyebrow hoist*
Finrod: I have heard he always was a pushover
Maeglin: I highly doubt it.
Fingolfin: Finrod. Burn him? we could melt off some of his hair.
Maeglin: He seems to be enjoying it.
Finrod: I am in the mood for fire!
Fingolfin: Well, come then Maeglin, grab a bottle and join us.
Fingolfin: *heads off to the exhibits*
Thranduil: *Thranduil heads out to the gardens with Gil...*
Maeglin: *raises bottle* What do you think this is?
Finrod: *Finrod grabs an extra bottle and follows*
Maeglin: and it's flammable.
Fingolfin: Glorfindel? You with us too?
Maeglin: Where are we going?
Fingolfin: Oh, good point, grandson. I knew you were smarter than you looked.
Finrod: to the museum
Maeglin: And don't make me go on the bloody tour.
Fingolfin: No..no tours!
Finrod: we change history
Maeglin: *sighs with relief*
Fingolfin: well, no tours like Arafinwe's
Finrod: one cheesy exhibit at a time
Maeglin: GODDESS
Maeglin: that was painful
Maeglin: *refils glass and drains it*
Fingolfin: We're going to touch. And climb the ropes.
Fingolfin: You know, fix things that are wrong.
Finrod: and them we'll go throw up in the fountain on my perverted cousins.
Maeglin: "And here we have Feanor and his bloody jewels. Doesn't his hair
look marvy?"
Finrod: shall we remove it?
Maeglin: Yes.
Finrod: arrange the jewels on his head
Maeglin: *eyes sword*
Maeglin: Hack off his pansy braids.
Maeglin: *taps foot inpatiently*
Fingolfin: *ducks under the rope and takes hold of the wax jewels*
*AN ALARM SOUNDS*
Maeglin: Shite!
Maeglin: *laughs* Now we're having fun!
Finrod: loud isnt it
Fingolfin: *drops the jewels and ducks behind wax feanor*
Fingolfin: hide!
Fingolfin: *snickers*
Finrod: Oh shit... who cares
Maeglin: *drops glass and keeps bottle, then follows suit, ducking behind
Melian's enormous bottom*
Finrod: lets put someone elses hand on Uncle feanor...
Finarfin: *runs in from another gallery* What in Arda...
Maeglin: *burps softly*
Fingolfin: *tries to make shushing sounds to finrod and maeglin*
Finarfin: What is going on here?!
Maeglin: Self-guided tour.
Finrod: We're drunk and we will throw up on you if you bother us
Finrod: *Finrod drinks again from his bottle*
Fingolfin: *stands up, swaying slightly* Yes, Arafinwe. We were just..uh...getting
a close up view.
Finarfin: Findaráto! I am ashamed of you!
Fingolfin: *snickers*
Finrod: bah!
Glorfindel: *Wanders in, having followed his tour guide*
Maeglin: *lifts Melian's skirt, chceking for girdle*
Fingolfin: *tries to cover Feanor's jewels with his foot*
Maeglin: Huh. I never would have guessed.
Finrod: All my relatives ran off to do nasty things to one another*
Glorfindel: Having fun?
Finarfin: They are ruining my museum!
Glorfindel: Other than that...
Maeglin: Yes, actually. *takes swig from bottle*
Elrohir: What is going on?
Finarfin: You! *wags his finger* All of you!
Finrod: Yes... Lets put Feanors hair on Glorfindel!
Fingolfin: *waves at Elrohir*
Finarfin: I should have hoped you would have more respect for your heritage!
Maeglin: *grins impishly* I haven't done anything yet.
Elrohir: *waves back*
Glorfindel: Don't you dare do anything of the sort!!!
Finarfin: Expecially you! *glares at Fingolfin*
Glorfindel: NOONE touches my hiar!
Finrod: Oh crap... I grew up with all these elves... respect my butt
Fingolfin: I only moved them so they'd relfect the light better!
Finarfin: Well then, Finrod, perhaps you can respect the cost of this museum!
Finarfin: It was very expensive!
Fingolfin: *glares at Arafinwe*
Elrohir: