Ch. 1 - The Party's Just Beginning. - "Bard. You get one sip as Dorwinion wine will knock you on your ass."
"But I want more King Thranduil. I am the captain of the archers. Strong and resilient like my beautiful bow."
"I am sure you are. But....."
"But...pleeeease?" Bard says with puppy eyes. Thranduil hates puppy eyes and gives in.
"Bard no. Do not do it. You will feel weird tingling in your fingers and see little hobbit folk." Legolas warns.
Bard does not heed the Prince's warning and takes another sip. "My Lord Thranduil. Look. I am dancing with a hobbit named Bilbo." Thranduil laughs as there is no one there and feels quite embarrassed.
Gandalf watched the madness before his eyes and decided he wanted some madness too. "Thranduil, this is madness! Why have you not offered me any of this magical fruity liquid?"
""If you even breathe it, it will stop your ticker where you stand. You can clearly see what it has done to the young bowman." Thranduil replied.
"With that said..." The Elvenking continued to Gandalf the Grey.
It then appeared that the King of Mirkwood also had a bit too much magical juice. "Look what it has done to you as well Thranduil." Gandalf chuckled.
Gandalf snuck a glass as the King turned away after his bickering. Thranduil was right. The smell alone made the wizard all up in his feels and could not even drink it.
Thranduil saw what he did and was pissed.
He took Gandalf's glass and said...."You started this Mithrandir, you will forgive me if I finish it..."
and then the three drunken musketeers all went outside and just stared at the world while Gandalf babbled. The end...
I WAS BORED OK??? lol.
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“In a great hall with pillars hewn out of the living stone sat the Elvenking on a chair of carven wood. On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again. In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers. In his hand he held a carven staff of oak.”
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