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A stranger heard the bussle comin through the window and peered through. A colourful assortment of characters he saw before him plus a roaring fire.
he opened the door and went in. He noticed a Elf blowin smoke hearts and chuckled to himself.
He made his way to the bar.
'anychance of a drink friend?'
Lightfoot growled to herself, swatting slightly at the annoying smoke rings. She sighed, her efforts weren't working. She returned to blowing some of her own smoke rings, watching the newcomer curiously from behind the hood of her cloak.
Eva, coming out with bowls of soup, nods to Kurt and points out the sign...
LL NE CO ERS UST SI G
"Oh, dear, I better talk to Mister Grondy about repainting that... you have to sing before you get a drink, sir."
OOC: Yes, really, go back and check earlier entries if you like (I suggest that anyway- it's hilarious!). A song or poem will do, but if you didn't write it, remember to cite it! Big Smile Smilie Oh, and Laurel, that is a beautiful poem you've got in your journal over there (GOING AHEAD) Thumbs Up Smilie
Its certainly been a while since I sang a song any particular kind that you wish to hear?
"Well your Warriorship," says Grondy looking at Kurt, "something humorous always goes down smoothly, as long as its clean. And how would you like to be addressed, for we haven't had many Uruk-hai in this fair establishment?" "Also," he added as an after thought, "please don't eat the drunken Dwarf; she only teases to to get attention. So if she bothers you, a slight tap on the head should be sufficient to send her back under the table."

"Here's a mug for you Laurel, let me know if you want something different. "
Drizzt laughs softly, "Now now If I had aimed at the target that they were playing on I might have damaged the dart in the bullseye. We can't have that can we?" he asks softly as he sips his tea. His eyes glow with an inner light.
"Well, Mr. Grondy, Sir, this'll do just fine, thanks! Ah, such a nice evening to be free of duties, and what wonderful company." Laurel hopped up onto a nearby table, raised her half-emptied mug high into the dense, smoke-filled air in the old inn, and shouted,"I PROPOSE A TOAST. TO GOOD COMPANY!!!"

Thanks, Eva. Smile Smilie
Rhapsody leaned backwards and wondered for a moment what kind of soup was on the menu. Many new visitors came and went, but the little dwarf Loni amused her the most. With a merry sigh she searched for a piece of paper, her quill and started to write down another tale; of knights and rangers, of hobbits and floods, of a Thain and strange runes in the leaves. Inspiration in abundance while she dwelt here.
Eruwen tried to ignore the dark elf with his rash knife throwing and brazen heart smoke rings. If it's one thing she didn't need, it was an elf who thought he was Eru's gift to Middle Earth. She had had enough of love and had only one elf on her mind whom she knew she would never see again.

She walked over to retrieve her darts. "My name is Eruwen, and yours is Mr. Ham, correct? It's your turn now. Let's see how you do." She was about to ask him if he would like a stool to stand on, but held back, thinking she had given the dwarves in the Inn a hard enough time already. It was never easy for her to hold her tongue, but she never meant any harm by it (unless it was meant to her first).

She heard the proposed toast and ran over to get her new drink that Grondy had given her. "To Good Company!" she called out, feeling happy for the first time in many years.
Drizzt stops with the facade of false confidence sipping his tea his left hand stroaks the hilt of twinkle the magical sword on his hip. He thinks of everything that has happened in his travles and wonders if he will ever find another to love as he did catibre. "We elves live to long" he mutters.
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the little dwarf Loni amused her the most.


OOC: See, Rhapsody knows a good dwarf when he/she??? sees one. AND I'm NOT LITTLE!!! I'm just vertically challenged. But not horizontally!!!!!

Loni woke up from her drunken stupor. "LALALALALA!!! LALALALALA!!!!!!!" she yelled. "GIZZA BEER!!!!!" When confronted with the lack of money to pay for it, she prompted rushed into the kitchen. "BEER!!!! BEER!!!!! ALE!!!!! WINE!!!! CHAMPAGNE!!!!!! MUST GET UNSOBER!!!!!!" For dwarves get unsober and sober rather quickly, and Loni was at this point, surprisingly sober. "BEER!!!! BEER!!!!!" She approached Grondy. "Beer. PLEEAASE??? Beer. Alcohol. PLEAASE?"
A song for ale is it. Then a song which me and my brothers fight to.
The orc kicks a dwarf out of his way.......
Sag mir, wie weit willst Du geh'n
willst Du ihn am Boden seh'n - Ja
willst Du, dass er vor Dir kniet
willst Du, dass er um Gnade fleht

Rachegedanken von Demut gepeitscht
Du siehst und hörst nichts mehr
Deine kranken Gefühle
geben ihm keine Chance
Deine Wut will nicht sterben
nur dafür lebst Du noch

Du kannst, Du willst und wirst nie vergeben
und Du verteufelst sein ganzes Leben
treibst in den Wahnsinn von
maßlosem Zorn, Vernichtung und Rache,
Du bist zum Hassen gebor'n

Meine Wut will nicht sterben
Meine Wut will nicht sterben
Meine Wut stirbt nie
Is That sufficent Bar stewerd
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OOC: See, Rhapsody knows a good dwarf when he/she??? sees one. AND I'm NOT LITTLE!!! I'm just vertically challenged. But not horizontally!!!!!


OOC: she... thankyouverymuch Wink Smilie

Rhapsody glared at the Orc named Kurt.. "Such a strange language." She took another sip of her ale and watched how Loni sang her own drinking song.
Laurel had downed her frothy mug after her ill-received toast, then decided to try her luck with the darts. She thought of old friends that she used to play darts with when she was younger; they had been champion players. But that was long ago and far away now. Suddenly feeling down-hearted and old, Laurel clambered off to her quarters for a night's rest, wishing she had some company in her little, lonely room. Then she remembered her old swig stowed away in its trusty little cask inside of her sack of belongings and lacked for company no more. Maybe she would leave for new scenery tomorrow...she had been idle for too long. Never, since she had left Gondor with her brother five years ago, had she stayed in one place so long as she had here. Yes, it was decided. Tomorrow at dawn, when things would be silent around the inn, she would slip away like a theif in the night. She began to pack up her things.
"You guessed my name correctly, Eruwen, but no need to call me Mr. Ham until I beat you at darts." Ham took a dragon talon from Eruwen's hand and threw it, hitting the bullseye. Ham smiled with satisfaction and threw the two others. One was another bullseye and the other the ring next to it.
Grondy pointed Ms Rhapsody to the spot on the grease covered menu that said the Soup O de Day is barley beef soup with carrots, onions, and lots of garlic, or at least that what his intent when he asked for it.

OOC: Moderator Smilie As we are supposed to use only English on Planet-Tolkien, will someone please ensure that Kurt's song meets our Family Friendly policy before his tankard of ale goes stale. If they can offer the translation, that might even be better. Thanks. Moderator Smilie
OOC: Kurt's song...
Quote:
Say to me, as far want you geh'n
you want it at the soil seh'n
you want that he before you kneel
you want that he fleht around grace

Revenge thought whipped by humility
You see and hear nothing more
Your ill feelings
give it no chance
Your rage does not want to die
for it you only live still

You can, you want and will never assign
and you disparage its whole life
float into the insanity of
excessive anger, destruction and revenge,
You are for hating gebor'n

My rage does not want to die
My rage does not want to die
my rage never dies

You ram your hate like a stone
into it o Rammstein hinen -
it pursued, hunted and verflucht
and it looked for creeping width

You can, you want and will never assign
and you disparage its whole life
float into the insanity of
excessive anger, destruction and revenge,
You are for hating gebor'n

My rage does not want to die
My rage does not want to die
my rage never dies

You can, you want and will never assign
and you disparage its whole life
float into the insanity of
excessive anger, destruction and revenge,
You are for hating gebor'n

My rage does not want to die
My rage does not want to die
my rage never dies

Well, plugged it in to google and this is what I found... as far as the un-translated words, either google can't translate them or they are inappropriate and it won't... dunno. Is this a correct translation, Kurt?
"Where did Laurel go? She was looking kind of melancholy after that dart game... And yes, Mister Grondy, that is what it is, although you're going to have to restock on garlic if you want lots. We're almost out." Eva is interrupted by a dwarf running past crying out for beer. Putting her hands over her ears, she yells, "All right, all right, I'm getting it already!" and fills a tankard of ale in almost record time, which is amazing, since this is the first time she's done it.
OOC: Laurel! You're leaving? Without saying goodbye? Elf Confused Smilie Very Sad Smilie At least come back once in a while!
OOC: Kurt was speaking German. I think. I'm not so good at my German. But I like to think I can tell German from Dutch when I see it (or hear it)

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The orc kicks a dwarf out of his way.......
I hope that wasn't me. GRRR!!!!

"A ORC!!!!" squealed the dwarf. "I DON'T LIKE ORCS!!!! THEY TASTE BAD!!! Hey orc. I bet I kno better drinking songs than you.

Dough, the stuff that buys me beer,
ray, the guy who sells me beer,l
me, the guy who drinks the beer,
far, a long way to get beerl,
so, I think I'll drink some beer,
La-ger is a sort of beer,
Tea? no thanks I'm drinking beer!
THAT WILL BRING US BACK TO BEER!!!"
And she downs some.
Laurel had made up her mind to leave quietly; she had even packed and managed to wake at first light to leave. Then, without warning, the killer hangover from too much of her liquor came on, and she crawled back into bed to sleep off the effects. She hoped Eva wouldn't mind taking over duties for a while...
She heard Loni's ode to beer through her sleep and smiled even in her stupor.
Eruwen enjoyed playing darts with Laurel and Ham, and wondered why Laurel and the rest of the occupants of the Inn didn’t reciprocate her confirmation of the toast. She drank her beer nonetheless and enjoyed its smoothness. Eruwen watched Laurel wander off in a somber state, and wondered if she could do anything to help, not that she was very good at cheering people up, but she contemplated it. She would go check on her in a bit if she didn’t see her return.

“Well, Haaammm,” she emphasized sarcastically, skipping the Mr. this time, “you certainly have a good aim, but I’m still a bit ahead of you since my darts all hit in the direct center of Sauron’s face.” She threw her second hand of darts, and hit the center again with all but one. “Ooo, perhaps we’ll be even now,” she smiled and winked at Ham, retying her long, gold-silver hair back in a black, leather strap.

She glanced back over her shoulder at the dark elf once again, and still couldn’t make up her mind from where she might know him. She noticed this time that he was looking very forlorn though, and thoroughly identified with him.

OOC: Yes, Kurt was speaking German. Wow, that’s a pretty intense poem. Orcs…hmph. Everything’s family friendly though. Basically, the words don’t show up from Google because they are contractions. For example, geh’n is actually gehen (to go), seh’n is actually sehen (to see), fleht is flehen (to plead), gebor’n is geboren (born), verflucht (cursed or hexed). You get the idea…very intense poem. Not bad though, not bad; not chipper, but not bad for an orc poem Orc Grinning Smilie .
Grondy set a large frothy tankard of Gimli's Finest before Kurt, 'Thanks fer the song there young feller, some day you'll meet a nice, or not so nice lady Uruk, and things will look a tad bit brighter for you.'

'Eva, I think there's a few more bunches of garlic hanging in the rafters over that room in the east wing above where that young maiden with the vampyre fetish was staying last year, before she up and disappeared without paying her bill. I'll check a little latter, and if not, I'll order some more from Maggot in the morning.'

After washing and drying a few glasses, mugs and tankards, and as he was storing them on the shelf behind the bar, he continued, 'I'm starting to smell that soup now Eva, and it sure do smell good. Much more better than the orc sweat and dwarf barf that's been wafting through here lately. I suppose its about time for me to fork out the rushes and hose down the place again.'

'I wish Gimli had installed a drain in the middle of the common room floor. It's a pain sweeping all that dirty water out the front door and it makes a swamp out of the court yard or a week or ten afterwards, depending on the weather. And all that incessant neek-breek, breek-neek, neek-breek throughout the nights, do tend to get on ones nerves. Oh well, at least the skeeters and midges won't hatch out of that water, cause it kills off their parents afore they can start a family,' he ends with a wink.

OOC: Thanks for the translations ladies.
The door opens and several large arms toss a recently sober ar-37 through the opening. He lands in the middle of the room and draws surprisingly little attention to himself. He climbs to his feet, and brushes himself off. When did I leave? He asks Grondy. But before he can answer he says," I don't remember leaving. But, I recall being in another tavern, wonder how I got their..... And I was talking to orcplumber, but then we started fighting. After that............ OH ORCPLUMBER! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE? oh... right...that whole sowrd the neck thing. I'M SO SORRY! (realizes that he now has the puzzled glare of the entire inn) Then those bouncers threw me out and brought me back here. Pour me a beer please Grondmaster, and none of that watered down stuff you give to all the other humans.Sorry but you know how it is, your mortal and I'm.....nevermind." He wraps his cloak around himself and runs away. Then comes back for his beer and climbs the rafters to drink it.
Eva pops her head out of the kitchen again. "The soup is done, so who wants..." She trails off, interrupted by the abrupt arrival of a new patron. Since he seemed to know Grondy, she didn't point out the singing sign, but did think he looked as though he could use some soup. Popping back into the kitchen, she filled several bowls with soup and put them on a tray, then worked her way over to the new customers rafter. handing out bowls of soup along the way. Standing back so as not to get ale dripped on her, she called up, "Would you like some soup, sir?"
Ar-37 says yes and thank you. While he is eating the soup he keeps staring at the moon, just about full, but not quite. "Soon,"He whispers,"Sooo soon!"
LIttle Loni dwarf, quite sober again, is getting suspicious of AR-ediain 47. You know what you do when you feel suspicious? Drink a million beers to get unsupicious!!!!

"GIZZA BEER!!!"
"I can beat that!" said Ham to Eruwen. He grabbed the darts from Sauron's face and went back to where he was standing. He took a large gulp....and then a second gulp....and thena third of his ale, finishing it off. He burped loudly and it shook the nearby tables. Dizziness was beginning to take hold on his head, and his eyes began to go lazy. "Yeah, I'll beat ya!" He threw one of the claws at the face, or what seemed to be Sauron's face. He really couldn't tell now, his vision was so blurred. It had only been a few mugs. The next one he threw at the same target, but it stuck in the wall a few feet from the target. The next claw was aimed at Sauron's face once again, but it instead embedded into a large blurry person that screamed at the pain of a dragon claw in his/her body. "Uh-oh." I think I need to get out of here for a little bit. Maybe I'll hide in the restroom." He quickly bade Eruwen farewell and hid in the restroom, passing out on the floor.
Eva jumped backward and narrowly avoided being hit by a stray dart from the dragonclaw darts game, which flew past her and grazed a customer. Unfortunately, she was still holding her tray with bowls of soup on it, so when she stepped back quickly and stumbled over a chair, barley beef soup with carrots, onions, and a fair amount of garlic went flying into the air and landed all over Eva and several of the taverns patrons...
Which gave the dwarf a lovely opportunity to go steal some ale.

"ROLL OUT THE BARREL!!!!" she began to sing. If you could call it singing.

"WHILE THE GANGS ALL HERE!!!
A fairly timid half-elf decides to walk through the door in the middle of everything. Her mouth drops open when she sees another elf on the floor, covered in soup, and a dwarf singing (and very drunk).

"What's going on?" the half-elf asks curiously. She gives the elf on the floor a strange look. "Eva, is that you?"
Eva shakes soup out of her hair and hears a familiar voice.
"Fin?"
Finaille tries not to laugh once she finds the humor in the situation.

"So Eva, when you told me you got a job... I didn't imagine you on the floor with soup all over you. What kind of job are you working?"
"I'm the part time cook here. I didn't expect to see you here at the Khazad-Dumish Inn! If you want a drink you have to sing, though... and sorry about the dwarf, it is probably best to ignore her as she rarely stays concious for long, although she's been better about that lately..."
Finaille swallows.

"I have to sing now?" Gee... what could I sing?

you don't remember me but i remember you
i lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
but who can decide what they dream?
and dream i do...

i believe in you
i'll give up everything just to find you
i have to be with you to live to breathe
you're taking over me

have you forgotten all i know
and all we had?
you saw me mourning my love for you
and touched my hand
i knew you loved me then

i believe in you
i'll give up everything just to find you
i have to be with you to live to breathe
you're taking over me

i look in the mirror and see your face
if i look deep enough
so many things inside that are just like you
are taking over

It was a depressing song the young half-elf had known since a child. She blushes.

"Well, do you suppose I could have a drink? And a job... that is why I came here... since my best friend works here as well..." She smiles shyly.
Eruwen looked around her and wondered what was going on with all the dwarves passing out. It reminded her of Mirkwood in happier times and all the wine that went around there. She laughed when she remembered the time she and her best friend had been so drunk that they turned Thranduil's main hall into a mud pit. Don’t ask how and why, but they thought it would be fun and funny to say the least. Thranduil, of course, didn’t find it as amusing as the rest of the elves once he sobered up a bit. But, that was at a time when Thranduil and all the other elves of the Mirkwood realm would speak to Eruwen.

She put down the dragon-claw darts and went to find, Laurel, who had walked away from the dart game so somberly…
"Dunno if you can get a job, we already have two people working here other than Grondy... Speaking of which, perhaps someone should check on Laurel... hmm... but I can get you some soup, and I'm sure Grondy will be getting you your complimentary first ale soon. You have to talk to Laurel about the job as well as Grondy- she seems to enjoy serving, but also likes taking part in the festivities, so perhaps you could get in part time... Or maybe Grondy will hire you to do odd jobs, like repaint that sign. Let me get you that soup, and then maybe I'll be able to talk a little. Suddenly hearing a particularly loud verse (or something) being half-yelled, half-sung by Loni, she says, "I better get her some ale, too..."
Eruwen, knowing how it feels to not be missed, made her way down the hallway, ducking to miss a few beams, to where she was told she could find Laurel. She hardly knew the woman, but she felt a need to check on her. She held her ear to the door to see if she could hear anything, feeling the abrasive wood on her cheek. There was no sound. She tapped lightly on the door. "Laurel? Are you there? Are you alright?"
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Eruwen looked around her and wondered what was going on with all the dwarves passing out.
Hey hey, there's only one. And have you guys actually noticed I haven't paid for a beer wsince I walked in?

The dwarf ambled past. "BEER!!!! BEER!!!!" and promptly began to raid the kitchen.
Eva looks wearily at the crazy dwarf. "Neither," she said,"has almost anyone else. I'm really not sure how Mr. Grondy keeps this place running. Speaking of Grondy, he seems to have disappeared, as does my other co-worker, so it seems I'm minding bar for a little while. Guess I better go greet Fin in a more official capacity... like, with a bowl of soup and a tankard of Gimli's Finest." She glares at Loni. "Don't eat everything, okay?" She leaves the kitchen. A second later she comes back. "Or drink it, either."
a tall elf enters the bar, he appears to have been involved in a particularly chaotic stag night, on his forehead in red lipstick is written "Fingolfin". he begins, "any of you noble patrons seen a friend of mine? about yai high,dark hair, goes by the name of....." he stops when he sees the apparant lack of staff and a dwarf in a corner surrounded by licquor, apparantly attempting to drown himself in alcohol...
Drizzt is looking around the room with his lavender eyes his body tence as if he expects being attacked.
Laurel thought she could hear a noise outside of her liquor-induced stupor, and grumbled, "One more minute, Mom." As the noise grew, she became aware that she could recognize the sound a little. She sat up too quickly, and her head began to swim. "Ugh. Need. Water." In all her life, she had not drank as much of her family recipe cordial liquor as she had this time! "Who's there? Lady Eruwen? I can't get up, my head hurts...I'll make some grub later. Is it Eva's day off? Sir Grondy'll have my head! Lady Eruwen, do you have water?" She yelled through her door to Eruwen. She could hardly move without the vertigo catching up with her and wasn't making sense. "I drank too much swig again, Eruwen. The door's unlocked, come in, I don't feel so good...Blek!" The remaining alchohol in her system made its breif appearance on the floor. "Maybe you shouldn't come in! I sicked! I better clean it up! Don't tell Grondy, please?" Laurel loved hangovers about as much as a sack of warg dung and this one was a doozie.
Grondy rolls another ale keg up from the cellar, "Hoo boy!" he says as he gets too the top, and wiping the sweat from his eyes with the cleanest corner of his not so clean apron continues, "I wish Gimli would install a dumbwaiter. Those stairs have too many bumps in 'em to make keg rolling easy."

He draws a tankard of Gimli's Finest and slides it down the bar to Finaille nailo, "Here you go Ms. Fin. And thanks fer the song. Would you like some Spicy Balrog Wings, Fried Orc Knuckles, or Watcher Rings to go with that?"

"Mr. Fingolfin sir, have you sung your song for your first drink yet? Its our rule you know, pointing at the Sign?"
The door of the inns opens slowly.. as in slow motion.... like a very smooth dream.. and from the darkness outside, enters a man. Tall he is, bearded, and behing all that beard and mud, you could imagine his face..... exhausted, worried....His sword hanging from his side, and the most odd thing about him.. he only shows one hand...
Stands there, and after taking a look around the bar, he breaks the silence and says "I am here looking for a Squirrel.... an odd one...a Plastic Famelic one...an old PlasticSquirrell... have you seen one?" Suddenly.. the whole inn is immerse in a sepulcral graveyard-like silence.... He approaches the bar....
"indeed i saw the sign" said the elf, "but i thought perhaps i would wait for an audience......a semi-sober audience that is"
"a song, a song, well no-one likes to blow their own trumpet but here goes, i shall blow it like a trumpeter with OCD"

"Lord of all Noldor
A star in the night
And a bearer of hope
He rides into his
Glorious battle alone
Farewell to the valiant warlord......."

the elf sings smugly

".......The iron crowned,
growing closer
Swings his hammer
Down on him
Like a thunderstorm
He's crushing
Down the Noldor's
Proudest king"

"now can i get a drink, a whiskey would be nice, thats whiskey with and "ey" not a "y" if you would be so kind?"
But alas, the dwarf had stolen all the whiskey. She had two barrels in her arms, and was alternately pouring them into her mouth. She HADN'T paid for either.
"Thank you, dear sir, for the drink." She nods to Grondy and orders Watcher Rings along with that. She turns to Eva.

"So, my friend, who am I supposed to talk to about the job, now?"
Glory findel strides into the inn,being a newcomer he bumps into several tables along the way before asking the innkeeper for a drink. Finding that the inn was ot of wiskey he naturaly decides to go with an Athelas shooter and sits down at a near by table. He wonders about the dwarf sneaking away in the back corner with two barrels of ale, but deciding it a comfortable and homey inn he decides to stay the night.
OOC: this will be one of my last three posts and the last one on this thread.
Drizzt gets to his feet tossing a gold coin to gimlie as well as a block of minthril. "See You around master dwarf." he says as he walks out of the door.
"Lord Glory findel sir, I'll fetch you your 'Athelas shooter' as soon as you sing your song: its our rule you know," says Grondy pointing at the Sign?

"So long Master Drizzt, return when you can, your custom is always welcome here."

"And here's your Watcher Rings Ms Finaille," he continues placing a plate of golden brown rings before her. "Might I also call you Fin or is that name reserved for your close friends?"

"Say friend," he says to the one handed man approaching the bar, "I haven't seen the Squirrel around these parts for ... oh, probably nigh on a month, though it may have been only a couple weeks. And if you want a drink you'll have to sing first," again pointing to the sign. And if you're in the market for a replacement for your missing extremity, there's a troll in the basement who deals in the replacement of body parts, though his stock all appears to used. I say this only if your interested, no insult intended"
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