Reunion Feast

[Imrel]

(That's weird, I was thinking sausage rolls... Dunno why...)

I'm alright Rhia, thanks. Sorry again...

*A stray peace of cheese bounces off the nose of an orc by the food table. He looks around indignantly to find who to retaliate to, settles on someone debating what wine to have on the other side of the table, and throws a fuzzy carrot in that direction. Im watches the mouldy veggie soar overhead.*

Huh. That wasn't off your plate, was it Rhi?

[Elidor]

*Eli strolls into the party, humming a rather happy tune, attracting despised looks from the Urk-hai while the wimpier ones llike the orcs threw dark glances behind her back.*

[The Witch King]

My dearest Elidor!

*Witchy slightly merry on the Mordor punch runs at Eli and glomps her, knocking several hobbits over in the process.*

[Khamul]

[Khamul blows the door to the Black Hall open with the sheer force of his evil intent, his heavy robes billowing behind him as his heavily armoured frame stomps it's way towards the festivities. There is a Bundt Cake with frosting Eye of Saurons decorating the Devil's Food Cake (what else?) under one of the Nazgul's arms. Several orcs watch in awe as the ex-Black Easterling makes his appearance, the majority of them salute. Khamul slams his cake down on the wooden table and proceeds to glower menacingly as he watches WK glomp someone. He stalks over and pries his superior off of this "Elidor", enfuriated that WK would spoil his dramatic and fear inducing entrance with such embarassing behaviour.]

[The Witch King]

Hi Khamul

*Witchy turns and grins at his friend.*

You want a breadstick?

[Khamul]

*blinks* Oh, why that'd be delightf- NO! We will discuss your behaviour later, my Lordship...

[Khamul glares at the Orcs, shaking a spiked silver gauntlet in their direction.]

Any Orc who does not sample my bundt cake gets quality time with the Iron Maiden.

[Huzgol the Horrid]

"I'm fine, but Imrel got the full blast of that Uruk. Are you alright?" Eowyn wonders, pouring three glasses of lemonade and offering Rhia and Imrel each one...

[The Witch King]

*The Witch King tries to focus on Khamul, swaying slightly as he does.*

Hey lighten up Kham. It's a party.

*He pats the wraith on the shoulder, using him as a support.*

Why don't you cut the cake while I fetch you some punch eh?

[Khamul]

Feh... As you wish, although you hardly look as though you are capable of walking.

[Khamul shrugs and seems to look a bit more cheerful at the prospect of torture. He walks over to the table, unsheathes his Morgul blade and starts daintily cutting the large Bundt Cake into small, equal slices. He looks up to see some of the orcs staring at him as he does so.]

Oh yes, I made the frosting myself, you know.

[Imrel]

Huzgol said:

"I'm fine, but Imrel got the full blast of that Uruk. Are you alright?" Eowyn wonders, pouring three glasses of lemonade and offering Rhia and Imrel each one...

Oh, thanks Eo. I'm fine, I get a lot worse trying to tame Rudi...

*She smirks, taking a sip of the lemonade Eowyn has offered her. Letting her gaze wander now that's she safely off the dance floor and doesn't have to watch out for lurching boogiers, she notices the appearance of two more black-clad figures. One is recognizable as Elidor, but the second, whom the orcs seem to respect and fear even as he's slicing an iced cake- hearing that the voice behind the hood is not Jared's, Imrel has no idea who he is save another of the cursed kings. She glancing questioningly to Eowyn and Rhia.*

That Wraith cutting the cake, have either of you seen him around here before? I don't recognize him.

[Elidor]

*Elidor scowled at Khamul, having disrupted the wk's conversation with her. Eli yelled at an orc wandering past to fetch her a piece of cake with lots of cream and icing. Eli snatched the plate from the orc and was about to fling it at Khamul when she made a stupid mistake by looking at the cake.

"Hmm...this cake is too good to be wasted on that blasted thing."

(Btw, are you a ringwraith Khamul? I wouldn't want to degrade you by adressing you as an orc/urk-hai. I think I missed quite a lot things. Welcome to Eriador anyway. Or are you another character of an oldie here...? )

[~Dernhelm~]

"Strange, I haven't seen that dark creature yet either," Eowyn remarks. "And if orcs bow to him, he must certainly be a Nazgul."

And one more person for my sword not to bow to she adds to herself.

[Imrel]

I'd guess so, he and Witchy seem to know each other at least.

*She glances around to see where Eli went to, and sees the young Wraith pondering over a piece of cake. Im waves to her.*

Hiya Eli! Enjoying yourself?

[Grubhosh]

The band finished thier song and Grubby limped back to the trestle tables. She noticed the Nazgul (she asumed it was a ring wraith judging by the black cloak and the general air of creepiness it was giving off)cutting up a strange looking cake. Begin of course atracted to unusual foodstuffs she took a piece, and took a bite out of it..

(OOC what is a Bundt Cake and Khamul are you a good cook?

[Elven Star]

Elv walked to the drink table and grabed a glass. She was about to get some punch when the Ring Wraith entered the room and started to cut the cake. She stoped dead in her actions and stared. She hadnt ever seen this Wraith and she already could tell he was much different then the ones she had met. She blinked and got her punch. She looked around and noted the fact she had been standing alone for quite some time now...