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Post by The Witch King on Mar 5, 2003 9:04:52 GMT
The Shire is the setting for the prestigious 'Witchie' awards ceremony.
An impressive stage has been erected on the green outside of Bag End and rows and rows of seating has been arranged for the audience. A large crowd is expected.
It is a balmy summer night, the sky clear and bright with stars as the guests start to arrive for what promises to be a night to remember.
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Post by Melian on Mar 5, 2003 18:31:17 GMT
*melian arives as some of the guests are taking their seats, she is dressed in a beautiful elvin gown of a blue material matching her eyes that seems to shimmer when the lights hit it. she takes a seat in the 3rd row*
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 5, 2003 19:36:04 GMT
*The hobbit orchestra positioned in front of the stage strike up a rousing tune on the signal and everyones attention is captured as the Witch king makes his entrance from the left.
He walks to the centre of the stage to a platform, behind him the 'Witchie' statues are lined up, awaiting presentation to the worthy winners.
The Witch King looks around him and out into the audience, scanning their faces as though looking for someone. He leans forward and speaks into the microphone.*
The awards ceremony will be starting shortly..
Hurry up and sit down please!
*he looks behind him, to the stage wings.*
..I'm just awaiting the arrival of my co-host for the evening..
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Mar 5, 2003 20:32:15 GMT
Legolas hops onto the stage from the right wing to a tumultuous applause. He smiles broadly, raising a hand to the audience, his pale silver tunic falling over the top of his black leggings swishes slightly behind him as he makes his way over to the podium to join the Witch King. He smiles and gives him a nod as he clears his throat softly, whispering.
I am sorry, Witch King. I was detained. I hope I am not too late?
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 5, 2003 21:38:42 GMT
We were just about to start my friend.
*he grins broadly at the arrival of the Elf.*
Right then.
Welcome everyone to the first Witchie Awards Ceremony.
Tonight we will honour Eriadors finest and recognise the talents and achievements of our members.
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Post by Grubhosh on Mar 6, 2003 13:24:08 GMT
Grubby arives late as usual and has to elbow her way past several irrate hobbits to her seat. She looks slightly out of place in her usual grey and rusty brown.
Have they anounced anything yet?, and are those peanuts?
She hisses at a hobbit next to her helping herself to his snacks.
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Post by Rhiannon on Mar 6, 2003 14:27:48 GMT
*Slips into her seat with an appologizing smile*
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 6, 2003 19:08:29 GMT
The first award to be presented this evening will be the Arwen/Compassion Award.
*The Witch King picks up a black envelope and reads off the back of it.
The nominations in this category are:
Rhiannon
Imrel
Melian
Lomelindi
Eowyn
*There is a pause while he opens the envelope.*
The winner of The Arwen/Compassion Arward is........
IMREL!!
*Starts clapping as he waits for her to come up and collect the award.*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Mar 6, 2003 22:21:44 GMT
Legolas claps enthusiastically and picks up the Arwen award from the table, waiting for Im to come up to the stage.
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Post by Rhiannon on Mar 7, 2003 8:21:56 GMT
*Claps and cheers, happy for her friend to have won the award*
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Post by Melian on Mar 8, 2003 7:46:33 GMT
*mel claps putting on her well rehersed smile. its easier to loose when u know the winer deserves it, and uve had too much wine  * |
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Post by Imrel on Mar 9, 2003 1:38:23 GMT
*Only having rounded into the green as the nominees were being called out, Im has to rush to the stage when she hears her name. Stumbling on the steps, she just manages to save herself from falling flat on the stage. Blushes to match her scarlet blouse as she goes across the stage to Legolas. Only manages to squeak her thanks.*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Mar 9, 2003 1:50:34 GMT
The prince cerimoniously shakes her hand, gives her the award, and leans in to kiss her cheek, whispering a soft "congratulations" over the roar of the crowd.
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Post by Imrel on Mar 9, 2003 2:26:38 GMT
*Finally manages a smile as she is handed the award, and after hesitating for a moment, uncertainly approaches the microphone.*
Um... I'm not entirely sure if we're meant to give speeches or anything, but if it's alright I'd like to thank all my friends... Being compassionate doesn't mean much if you don't have them.
*Still not losing the red in her cheeks, she hurries off the stage and into an empty seat in the audience by Rhia.*
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Post by Rhiannon on Mar 9, 2003 13:14:22 GMT
*Puts a hand on Imrel's arm and whispers* Well done  |
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