The Yule Celebration

[The Witch King]

*Follows the rest of the guests outside to watch the fireworks. As the sky is lit up with colour he slips away unnoticed into the dark shadows.*

[Imrel]

*Joins the others outside, the brightness of the fireworks piercing her eyes slightly. Shuffles around in the snow, trying to keep reasonably warm.*

[~Dernhelm~]

"Do you think there will be one which looks like a dragon?" Éowyn asks.

[Rhiannon]

*Leans against the trunk of a tree and watches the sky exploding in colors*

[Aamaal]

*stands looking at the sky.*

I wonder how many different kinds of fireworks there are in all of Middle Earth..

[~Dernhelm~]

Smiles. "Alas! I believe there are too many to count," Éowyn says as she surveys a firework which looks like a mallorn tree. "The ones we are seeing tonight must have a great deal of magic in them!"

[Aamaal]

*Smiles.*

I do believe that would be truthful.. They seem to take many shapes..

*Still staring at the fireworks.*

Who ever is supplying them took great time and effort in them..

[The Witch King]

*The Witch King returns with glasses of mulled Mordor red wine, balanced precariously on a tray. He moves slowly through the guests who are still admiring the fireworks and puts the tray down carefully on the solid oak trestle table that the orcs had dragged outside earlier. He sampled a glass himself and gave a satisfactory nod.*

Come people, there is hot wine to be had!

[Elven Star]

*With her usual grace Elv took a glass of wine from the tray. She took a small sip and smiled turning to Witchy.*

Well that has got to be the best wine from Mordor I have ever had!

[The Witch King]

*Witchy smiled and turned to face her*

I knew you'd get a taste for it eventually..

[Elven Star]

*Elv smiled*

Well it would seem around you the stranger things in life seem to be the better things...

*Taking another sip of the wine she looked around the area.*

[The Witch King]

*He gave a deep laugh at her words before slipping an arm around her waist and squeezing her gently.*

Come, let us sample some of fine food on offer. I'm sure we can find something else to your taste.

*He steered her towards the banqueting tables, decorated with frost covered garlands and lit by a sea of small, flickering candles.*

[Elven Star]

*Elv smiled and let her self be led to the tables by Witchy *

Im not so sure on the foods. After all you never know what your eating when its a party thrown by you, with out my help...

*She gave him a teasing grin*

[The Witch King]

*The wraith let a slight hiss escape through his teeth.*

I hope you're not insinuating that I can't cook!

*He pretended to be offended.*

I'll have you know that I'm well respected throughout the Kingdom of Mordor for my culinary skills. I even won a cookery contest once..

*Witchy looked away and selected a breadstick from one of the bowls. The fact that he'd stolen Jareds apple pie to win 'Mordor cook of the year' was one of his best kept secrets*

[Elven Star]

*Elve leaned over and snatched the breadstick out of his hand.*

I wasnt insinuating you couldnt... I was just... making a point dear...

*She smiled at him teasingly.*

So how did you win? Pay off the judges?