The Yule Celebration

[Imrel]

*Grins to WK.*

Yes Witchy, we're all shocked.

*She raises an eyebrow slightly at Legolas' rapid progress.*

Wow, for an elf, he can fairly put it away.

[Grubhosh]

Grubby was very impressed with Legolas's progress. How he'd managed to drink the whole mug of that filth was beyond her, she filled his cup up and passed it back to him.

[~Dernhelm~]

"I wouldn't like to wager upon the winner of this game," Dernhelm whispers to Imrel and Rhiannon. "Yet such exitement at feasts seems to be more and more unavoidable these days."

[The Witch King]

*Witchy was rather disappointed that all the attention was being diverted from him.*

Who wants to see a trick?

*He piped up enthusiastically.*

[~Dernhelm~]

"What sort of trick?" Dernhelm questions...

[Khamul]

Legolas said:

*Stealing a glance at his opponent, Legolas brings the drink to his lips and begins. The liquid is strong and burns even more than Morgul brandy, but he continues steadily until his mug is emptied. He turns the container upside-down over his head as is customary in a drinking contest to prove he's had it all, and waits for a refill.*

Khamul and Legolas lock eyes and commence drinking. The Black Easterling measured his intake well, the Mordor Brandy had a nasty habit of triggering a person's gag reflex. He finished his flaggon a few seconds behind Legolas and mimciked his movement, then waited for the tankard to be filled.

You'll never win, Elf... I've been drinking this stuff since the Second Age!

[Legolas Greenleaf]

*With a quick nod to Grubhosh, Legolas stares straight at Khamul as he drinks his second helping, the captain still having his mug filled. He would be far ahead of his competitor in a couple more rounds. As much as his tongue protested to the liquid tearing down his throat, the elf maintains his speed. The second mug is finished and he repeats the cycle, grinning at Khamul and his still-occupied flaggon while his is refilled anew.*

I would not be so confident, Captain. This elf knows his drink and how to keep it down. You'll be on the flat of your back in no time.

[Khamul]

Khamul quickly, though messily, finished his second flaggon, repeating the proof that the cast metal container was empty.

I don't think so, Princeling brat. What you speak of is mere child's play at silly Elven parties. I go drinking near every night. It's part of my blood, if I had any.

[Legolas Greenleaf]

*Legolas gives an involuntary glance at Witchy while he continues to drink. Cup over his head he then holds it out for yet another refill. With a grin to Khamul, the prince wonders how it is this creature hadn't heard of the prince's ability to drink. He supposes it's for the better and watches the liquid reach the rim of his flaggon.*

I play no games with my drink, Khamul, as you will soon see.

*He starts drinking again, feeling himself slowly grow apart from his body. The liquor was strong and foul but did its job well. One of them would be on the floor soon enough.*

[Khamul]

Khamul snorted at the Elf's words and thus they continued to down a flaggon, followed by some witty, insulting remark. After a few more flaggons, Khamul was having trouble standing up. He and Legolas were both tied at this point and looked as though the next mug could do them in. Khamul's pride was at stake, so he readied himself to down the brandy as quickly as possible. The Shadow of the East got about two swallows down his throat before he dropped his tankard and passed out cold.

[Legolas Greenleaf]

*The prince gazes at the captain through blurry vision, not realising that he's won until he finishes his mug and placing it upside down over his head. Cheering follows his stagger to the table, holding on for dear life while darkness threatens to close in. He look around drunkenly and notices the cheering coming from, not the elves, but every other being in attendance. Barely catching the shocked faces of his kinsmen, the elven prince grins widely in his victory, almost falling over repeatedly.*

[~Dernhelm~]

"Hurray for the Elven Prince!" Dernhelm shouts, glad to see a minion of the East fall once more...

[Grubhosh]

Grubby stared in disbelief at Legolas then at Khamul ah well as long as she wasn't around when he woke up. Before legolas could actualy fall over (funny though it would be) she put her arm round him and guided him to a chair.

There, I've never seen anybody put away that much brandy.. 'wonder if anything interesting'll happen to yer?

she looked at the elf as if his stomach would melt in front of her.

[Legolas Greenleaf]

*Allowing himself to be led to a chair, Legolas tries not to burp in anyone's face. With a woozy glance around the table, he smiles broadly.*

Thank you, my friend. And let it be known that the prince of Mirkwood is a force to be reckoned with!

*Laughing at his own statement, he shakes his head, knowing that he would pass out soon enough and was hence not much of a force to be reckoned with at all. He figures the comment would still be appreciated by those laughing around him.*

[Imrel]

Good on you, mate!

*As much as she looks down upon contests that encourage the participants to fill themselves to bursting with alcohol, she can't supress a grin at seeing an elf outdrink a Nazgul. Resisting the urge to congratulate him with a hearty slap on the back, Im instead gives Legolas a gentle pat on the shoulder. After all, the poor thing looks a bit green around the gills.*

Though that's probably more than enough to drink for one year...