Etharion was pleased to see that the grub had arrived!! "Yeay for the grub!!!" he yelled happily as he occupied by himself half of the table. Just as he began to nibble on some Orc toe or something.. the band started!! He glanced to see who it was singing and he saw the young scantily dressed nubile singer lady. He dropped all of his food back on the table (some from his mouth too), and without looking, found a chair right in front of the stage where he could sit down and "drink" in the whole preformance with widely opened eyes..

Laurel came in at the end of the comedy (probably a rather fitting place ;P ), trailing a few hobbits, calling out that there were more to come. She spied the food and made her way quickly over to the table, barely keeping her lead on the hobbits. (Hey, flying is hungry work!)

Fionw’ came out of his trance, and saw all the festivity around him. Seeing Etharion's complete and total focus on the singer, and Laure's look, he walked over to Laure. "I saw that look on your face, and I know it means a prank. I don't often play pranks on people, but," he said in a low tone to her, with a twinkle in his eyes.

OOC: A scantily clad young lady singer! And I thought that this was supposed to be a family site!!!

edit: Grondy removed his most offensive word from this and his above post. Sorry

Ladyoflegolas burst out of the kitchen holding a tray piled high with mint chocolate covered lembas.
"Okay!" she said. "They may be a bit overcooked...but you all need strong jaws anyways."
Not noticing the multiple cords that all led over to the stage...she flounced into the room and promptly got her foot caught on a cord. Both her and the plate of..."ahem" desserts flew into the air and together took down Grondy in a spectacular football fashion.

With lembas all over her, LadyofL looked around dazed.
"Oh roaring balrogs. I did it again didn't I? What did I crash into? It felt like a great big stout barrel!!"

retreved a very small amount of food and drink and sat in the shadows nibbing and waching the figruein of him self go through the so fimaliar passes with is daggers. waching in deep thought the rest of the room soon fell into none existince.

Grondy removed the curtain from around an Orc-shaped pi’ata hanging from the rafters. As he was handing Laurel a blindfold and stick he said with a grin, 'Since you instigated this party wild party where we all are having such fun, you get the first crack at this party pi’ata that I had fabricated by the craftsmen of Dale. So put on this blindfold and take a great whack at it.'

Laure's caution was indeed well-founded, as just as Laurel gave the old stick a good swing, it flew from her butterfinger-hands and catapulted across the wide room, nearly making contact with one inconspicuous Corgon Swiftblade, who had been contemplating some mysterious thing. Laurel herself bolted across the room, following the path of the stick's destruction, which included a shattered beer mug and a very shaken-up hobbit, hoping to avert the disaster from getting any worse. She ran up to Corgon, very out of breath, and managed to screech out "Master Corgon! Are you alright? I am so sorry! Had I read your fortune today, I might have told you that you were in some kind of imminent danger! Oh, please forgive me! See what happens when I try my hand at livening things up some? Oh, no!" Laurel dropped down onto one knee on the floor, begging for his forgiveness. "Grondy, sir, I've really done it this time!"

corgon stould rubing his jaw and pulled her off her knees

" theres no need to beg in such a mannor all is well my friend."

'Aye that we do Master Meneldur; and I'll fetch one up for you just as soon as you abide by our rule for newcomers,' said Grondy, pointing to the Sign over the bar. (found in the first post of this thread) After your performance you'll also receive a complimentary tankard of Gimli's Finest’ Ale and a combination plate of the Inn's special appetizers.

In the meantime, welcome to the Inn; and no Gimli ain't here, he only drops in now and then, and left me to do the day to day running of his fine establishment.'

well met my friend it has been many many years sence that song fell on my ears and am glad to hear it it has always lifted my spirits as it dose now thank you. corgon said bowing

"Well sang Meneldur, it even raised my spirit. The Spicy Hot Balrog Wings are the recipe of my old mother, may her beard ever grow long. I'm glad you like them. The recipe for the Deep Fries Watcher Rings I picked up when I travelled down to Pelargir after the war. They made their's with squid, but I found a source closer than the sea. And every Middle-earth town and village has their own special method of preparing Bar-B-Qued Warg Ribs, mine uses lime juice."

Fionw’ had vanished after the pinata incident, but now he came around from the back. "Grondy," he haled,"Could I have something to wet my whistle, please? It gets warm in here with so many people."
While waiting for his drink, Fionw’ walked over to the hearth. Looking around, he quickly waved his hand over the fire, which immediately became smaller.

"Ah yes, thanks, Grondy," he said, taking a swig. "That feels so much better." Fionw’ walked over towards where people were hacking away at the pinata, with the intent to watch the fun.

Meneldur sprang to his feet and bowed to Laurel with a flourish of his cap. "Well met indeed, O lovely lady of the D’nedain! It gladdens my heart to know you enjoyed my song. This is truly a wonderful tavern, where the delicacy of the victuals is surpassed only by the beauty of the barmaids! 'Golden Melody' is your name? And very appropriate it is, for your voice is like music in my ears, and surely you have the blood of the Eldar in your veins."

Laurel blushed shyly as Meneldur continued, "And that is such a lovely provincial dress you have on, you said it's called 'gypsy' style? It's so colorful and festive! I would be delighted if you would have a drink with me."

Laurelindhe started heading over to the bar to fetch the drinks, when Meneldur gently touched her arm. "No, my fair lass, I have no wish for you to serve me. Come, sit. Master Grondy will be by shortly. He will see to it that we don't go thirsty!"

OOC: Looks like we have a bit of romance in the thread!
I'm just joking with you two, couldn't resist.

Fionw’ watched Laurel and Meneldur with amusement, but it seemed to him that it reminded him of some like thing that had happened to him, though with him it was at the elven ball of the Grey Havens. Fionw’ decided to go meet Meneldur, so he walked up to him. Giving him a bow, he said, "My name is Fionw’. We have not yet met though my vast wanderings have taken me to Imladris many a time. And that is where I assume you hail from, from what your song was about."
Fionw’ stopped and allowed Meneldur to speak.

'Sorry Etharion, but they were only hired for the one set; I can give you the name of their agent if you want, though I think I heard she was married to the drummer.'

'Be right with you Laurel, just as soon as I deliver these two tankards.' which Grondy proceeded to do. Then he went into the kitchen, 'Now then Laurel, what's on your mind?'

Laurel was so unnerved, that when Grondy showed up in the kitchen, she blurted out "Arrrgh!", which came out sounding like an odd mix of warg warblings and gibberish, but quickly came back to her senses. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't know how to react to attention from the opposite gender, so I was a bit, well, fuzzy, shall we say. I think I'm alright. I just needed a moment to collect myself. Go ahead and go back out there, and if you need a break so you can join in the festivities for awhile, I'd be glad to tend bar for a bit. I need to straighten myself up some. Wait! What do I say to that slick talking elf out there? Surely he was laying it on a bit thick, wouldn't you say? I think there are far prettier lasses to make conversation with here..." Laurel finally collected her thoughts and tossed her dark hair out of her eyes. "I'm sorry again, sir, to waste your time. Shall I go to the bar for you?"

"Go ahead and take over the bar for me if you wish Laurel. And if you need to serve that Elf, try not to dump his lap full of ale that would be frowned upon. If you don't want his attentions just smile when you tell him so: he's a big boy and has been around long enough not to get huffy when his advances are rejected as he knows there are other whales on the beach; though I'm not calling you a whale you understand, nor even stranded in our fair city. Nor will he, as he wouldn't have been attracted to you if you were either. Sorry if that came out badly it was said with good intentions."

Grondy returned to the main room and seeing Lady of L swaying under the pinata, ran a chair under from behind and when she sat in it gave her a longer stick and hurried away from her swings less she clobber him one upside the noggin.

Laurel made a firm resolve to quit acting like a ninny and be a big girl, so she had a quick look in an old, shattered mirror on the kitchen wall, grabbed a heaping plate of hot Stewed Troll Burritos and made her way back out into the tavern. She deposited the plate of burritos onto the buffet table, summoned her courage and headed confidently over towards Meneldur, remembering that she was no shrinking violet and that she deserved to be noticed every now and then also. Fionwe had joined him at the table, so she decided to quickly apologize for her awkward reaction and then tend bar for awhile. "Excuse me, good gentlemen, but I must beg your pardon." She turned to Meneldur and bowed. "It was very flattering to hear your musical words and you caught me off-guard. I beg your forgiveness. I would be delighted to join you for a few drinks, nay, I would count myself very fortunate to keep your company for awhile, if you'd have me after my appalling behavior. I would be very interested to hear of your travels abroad and of any news from out in the wide world. I will be tending bar for Master Grondy for a bit, if you care to come and find me when you are otherwise unoccupied." She smiled warmly at the two elves and then made her way over to the bar, content in her speech. Passing Lady of L, who was now seated but looking rather dissheveled, she said, "My dear, if you need a drink to settle you a bit, mosey on over to the bar. I'm giving Grondy a break for a little bit. On second thought, maybe you don't need another!" She said, chuckling and remembering her wild days as a very young lass, not even ten years ago.

When Laurelindhe came to the table earlier, Meneldur reassured her that no offense was intended in his words, and none had been taken at her giggling departure. He returned her warm smile with one of his own, and promised that she would be most welcome to partake in drinks later. "Indeed it would be my pleasure as much as yours!"

After she returned to the bar he noted to Fionw’, "Ahhh, it gladdens my very soul to see the fiery spirit of the Atani alive and well. Surely the blood of Haleth courses through her veins!" He thought for a moment, and then looked around and wondered, "Now where's Grondy with our drinks?"

Meanwhile, Meneldur did not see Etharion looking for Cloveress, and so had no idea anything was being plotted....

"Right away, sir. Glad to see you enjoying yourself a bit!" Laurel gathered the required items and delivered them to the crowded table. "Anyone else need anything, I'll be about. Looks like the party's winding down, so I've got a fair bit of cleaning to do now. Those hobbits made the most giant mess in the world around that buffet table! It was worth it for the excitement, though...Well, here I go." She winked at Meneldur and went about the tavern, collecting dishes and mugs, refilling tankards here and there as needed, replacing stools that had been knocked over by the excitement of the pinata and such. She snuck back into a spare room for a minute and got out of her gypsy attire, glad to be back in her plain green dress, then went back out to mind the bar. She began humming a little tune to herself as she polished glasses absentmindedly, remembering an adventure long ago...

As most returns go after a long absence...there was a knock on the inn's door, one short rushed knock reverberating across the hardwood surface of the door. The heavy door then proceeds to swing open, seemingly ominous in nature. The figure silhouetted in the doorway was wearing a long, dark grey cloak, and a furry dark grey wolf tail trailed from the back of the cloak. The figure moved like liquid between the tables and finally settled on a barstool.
Soon, after a minute of sitting there, a low, rough voice emanates from the cowl of the cloak, "A mug of ale, please Gron-" the voice paused, and then the sound of someone clearing their throat was heard. The cowl slipped back, and Icefangs' bright icy blue eyes appeared, along with her dark, dark blue hair, which had grown much, much longer, was revealed. She smiled and said, "I'd like a mug of ale, dear Grondy!"

Ice's smile widened to a grin, revealing her namesake fangs. Taking the ale from him gladly, Ice replied, "Glad to know I've been missed dear friend, as I've missed some of you as well. As far as my hair goes, it is its natural color right now, and long before I met any of you, this is how I wore, simply flowing and stuff...actually...if I remember correctly, the first of this group of friends I met was Etharion...and not the day before I left for that journey in which the two of us were introduced, I chopped off my hair! Heh heh...but mostly its 'cause I've been deprived of civilization....and scissors or shears for awhile...last time I tried to cut with my dagger or sword...that just ended badly..thanks to Sel-" she paused and her icy eyes brightened a bit with moisture, "thanks to Selen," she continued then took a long gulp of her ale.

After a moment of drinking, she set the mug down, half empty (or half full) wiped her mouth off with her sleeve and, "Yes, I would like to try a Troll Burrito...sounds interesting..and foreign...except for the whole...Troll part...either way, I'd like to have one, please," she said happily.