The Yule Celebration

[~Dernhelm~]

Eowyn barely hears the heavy door slam against the howl of the strong blizzard. The wind whipped her hair in her view, and she brushed it away in annoyance.

"Pure chivalry, isn't it?" she says, kneeling down besides Fob. She takes her hands over the Hobbit's plumpy ones, feeling that they were colder than ice.

"Fob! Fob!" Eowyn shouts over the wind. She gives the Hobbit a shake. "Are you alright?"

Fob cuddles into an even tighter ball. "Huh? Coolllddd...." Fob mutters, shivering terribly.

Eowyn gives the Hobbit a hug, trying to keep Fob warm. She reached back to take her cloak off, only to realize that she had left it back in the kitchen.... the kitchen...

"Fob, I've got an idea!" she says with a grin. "Nobody has a right to throw you out into the cold, especially not at Christmas! We can take the back entrance into the kitchen, then you'll be nice and warm..."

Fob nods, shaking a bit of the frost which clung to the hobbit's hair.

Eowyn leads Fob to the back entrance. "At least some good came out of Wormtongue." Eowyn says impishly. "He always insisted that back entrances were to be open incase of emergency!"

She knocks on the door of the kitchen and Daisy opens it. Eowyn picks up Fob and carries him in, setting him down on a chair.

"He's very cold. A bucket of warm water to place his feet in and some tea shall do him good," the shield maiden advises.

[Jared]

What is his problem...

[The Witch King]

What is my problem?

I will not tolerate rude and childish behaviour.
I had the goodwill to invite the halflings to join in the feast and they repay me with insolent behaviour.

*picks up his cup of wine again*

Not that I have to explain myself to you... or anyone for that matter.

[Jared]

You don't. But you did.

*Drags his chair over to where the Mushrooms are and sits down beside them.*

So, what songs do you guys have? "Twelve Days of Christmas"? I like that one. It's got a nice tune.

[The Witch King]

*watches Rusty and the halflings, a look of contempt and loathing on his face*

Now you're just doing that to spite me.

[Jared]

I'm not. Don't flatter yourself.

[The Witch King]

*Storms across to Rusty, swiping one of the halflings off the glockenspiel and sending it skidding across the polished floor. Grabs a beater and waves it dangerously in Rusty's face. His voice low and threatening, his eyes mad with fury.*

What did you say?..

[Jared]

I said I'm not doing anything to spite you just because I simply don't think that your behaviour is worth wasting effort to... spite.

Throw me across the room if you want. You were mean to the hobbits. Look at what you just did!

*Points accusingly at the poor hobbit sitting on the floor, looking dazed and confused.*

[The Witch King]

So?

*shrugs*

It's a halfling..

*Gives Rusty a curious look*

You're not going soft on me are you?

[Jared]

Not on you. On others.

[The Witch King]

*looks horrified*

Is this a temporary Yule thing?

[Jared]

You'd better hope so.

And it's not "just a halfling"...

[The Witch King]

Have you been cursed by Elves or something?

*Gives Rusty a suspicious look*

Somethings not right you're being far too nice.

[Jared]

No. I just realised that I'm not as cold-hearted as I seem.

[The Witch King]

*nods slowly and smiles*

That is good to hear.

*relaxes his grip on the beater and puts it down. Goes over to the terrified hobbit and drags it back to the glockenspiel, propping it up on a stool and dusting it down. *

There...............no harm done.

Now let us go and eat hotdogs ;D