Oscars Awards Ceremony: The Dome of Stars

[Snaga]

In the majestic ancient capital of the South Kingdom of Gondor, Osgiliath, a magnificent event is ready to begin.

The city is rebuilt, and at its heart, by the great river Anduin, lies a venue of glorious proportions: The Dome of Stars. And there, tonight, will be held an event to match!

The one...

The only...

... RP Oscars Award Ceremony!!!

The round tables are laid out beautifully, waiters and waitresses stand ready to serve drinks. Up on the stage, the podium is ready, the backdrop is hung, the PA system is tested.

The orchestra plays a classic tune from RPs gone by: 'The Theme From Turmoil in Gondor' (a tempestuous and rumbustuous number, stirring and evocative).

But of course, as with any great event, behind the glittering flawless facade, not everything is running smoothly.

'The Academy are having a run-off for Best Supporting Male...!' reported one of the organisers.

'Don't worry, we'll present that one last... But where's Goofoofighter?' replied another. 'She's meant to be presenting the awards...'

'I know... I know!!' fretted a third. 'She's been delayed by... I guess some film she's working on... not sure... "Evil Parents 2";)...? Ever heard of that? But she sends word to get the show on the road!'

'OK! Let the guests and the stars in... See if anyone wants to present the awards... Its gonna be one of those nights!' the first organiser decided.

So the doors were flung open, and the red carpets unrolled. And through the mass ranks of the paparazzi with their cameras flashing, came the celebrites...

[chrysophalax]

I certainly hope the organizers have made room for Dragons?

[HLGStrider]

Don't worry Chrys. It's a large dome

Elgee and her cats prowl around.

[YayGollum]

Boffin rides up on Pooftop, accompanied by Helleranin and a few relatives who were proud of him for finally doing something right.
Tolir comes in on Fred, making sure to hold onto his axe so he doesn't mess up the red carpet.
Truor Tupnm comes in with his horse Anthrax, his eagle friend Knockondor, his raven Shadowflaps, and an entourage of Beorning relatives.
Yay!

[Ice Man]

Heleranin walks into the hall together with Tolir. Tolir, as clumsy as he always is, falls down from his horse and hits his head.

- Tolir you fool! How can you be so clumsy? Ah, I hope the TV cameras don't film us together.

Despite being always mad with Tolir, Helleranin has him as his best friend, together with Boffin.

- Boffin, Boffin! Where shall I sit?

[chrysophalax]

Magnus and his mate Chrysophalax regally enter Dome, survey the crowd and notice that no one from Redemption has shown up yet. Together they find a large open area not too far from the stage and sitting side by side, they await developments.

[Ice Man]

After having some words with Boffin, Helleranin (from RP48) tries to find his way towards his table, but the reporters and photographers bother him much, for they are desperate after an interview or a picture of the greteast Elf Born in the 3rd age.

- Helleranin, Helleranin, please, please! - Screams one very beautiful female Elf reporter. - Let me ask you some questions!

Helleranin doesn't like to give interviews, but he cannot resist the beauty of the reporter. Her blond silky hair, her emerald green eyes, her soft voice, her ellegant walk, her beautiful curves, are all irresistable to Helleranin. - Sorry, but the first question is mine to ask. - Says Helleranin to the reporter.

- Please, may you tell this humble warrior what your name is? - Helleranin looks deep into her eyes.
- Ah, I'm, I'm Ayla. - Ayla blushes, she cannot resist Helleranin's charm and seduction.
- Ayla, I have been alive for over three thousand years, and I've never seen anything as beautifull as you. - Helleranin does not hesitate, he knows what he wants, he will get it. - Please, sit with me at my table, we will a much better time. - Helleranin escorts Ayla to the table where he will sit.

[YayGollum]

*Boffin is about to tell Helleranin where they're supposed to sit, but sees that he is otherwise occupied and has to ask where the restroom is so he doesn't mess up the red carpet this time*
*Tolir rubs the growing bump on his head (Ack! Do you really think he's that clumsy? Not that hard to stay on a horse!) and follows Boffin, not wanting to make Helleranin mad at him for interrupting*
*Truor looks around for anybody in some of his adventures*

[HLGStrider]

Elgee's cats start to eat right off the buffet table.

[Ice Man]

It only takes a few minutes before Ayla is completely in love with Helleranin, and it will take ten life times before she can get over it.

Tolir sits besides Helleranin, but keeps quiet, he's afraid Helleranin will be mad if he interupts. As a matter of fact, it seems as if Tolir is a bit out of place, so Helleranin taps him on the shoulder and says: "Relax Tolir, this all about having fun. Try to socialize with people here, you may even find yourself a "partner", if you know what I mean..."

[Snaga]

Snaga strolls in looking resplendent in whatever orcs can look resplendent in...:confused:

One on each arm are two elegantly dressed women: Lark (from 35) and Eäritila (from 36). Both a picture of loveliness beyond this rushed poster to describe... use your imagination ok...

Lark sees Truor and immediately abandons Snaga. 'Truor! How fantastic to see you here!' she calls excitedly. She rushes over. 'Can I sit with you... that horrible orc... I'm not staying with him all evening!'

Snaga shrugs and sees Magnus. He strolls over to pay his respects. Eäritila wanders over forlornly, wishing there was some nice elf-lord around she could talk to. 'Dragons and orcs? If this is what I am reduced to, perchance tis time to return to the West!'

Seeing her at a loose end, the organisers rush over. 'Hello! Hello! Come with me my dear!' says one particularly smarmy schmoozy type. 'Goofoofighter isn't here yet. So we are going to have to have special guest presenters. Dahling! You are our lucky first presenter...'

Eäritila looks bewildered: 'Mayhap ye...'

'Mayhap me no mayhaps my dear! Onto the stage with you... this is wonderful exposure for you. Every RP agent in town will be calling you up after this. You look simply ravishing tonight, my dear! Well done! Marvellous!'

With a cue card thrust into her hand she wanders onto stage.

'Aiya to ye fair people gathered here! Elen sila lumenn omentielvo! Tis a source of much amaze to me, yet 'pon this stage I find myself, and it seems it falls to me to, upon a fine winner an award bestow! Here upon this card it is written:

'And the nominations for Best Comic Relief are: HlgStrider in 'Mirina's Army', Goldberry in the 'Quest for the Mirror', and Yaygollum... in all his many roles....

'And the winner is...' * Opens envelope * '...Yaygollum!!!'

As the spotlight seeks out the winner so he can come up and collect his award and make a speech, the organisers are circulating again...

They spot the individualistic Tolir... 'We would like you to present the award for Best Female in a Leading Role... whaddya say?'

[YayGollum]

*upon hearing the name YayGollum, Truor Tupnm, Boffin, and Tolir all stand up and start moving to the stage*
Tolir to the organiser dude ---> "Uh, excuse me. I have to help accept this award. After that, I'd be happy to give out the next one."
*Truor Tupnm walks regally up since he still has a big head about becoming king, Boffin uses his mace as a pole vault thingy, and Tolir trips going up the steps, Boffin takes the award from Lark* "This will look great back in the Lonely Mountain!" *Truor Tupnm (taller than Boffin) grabs the award and holds it up* "No. This will look even better in Beorn's Hall!" *Tolir catches up with them and takes the award from Truor ('cuz he's a super tall human) and holds it out of everyone's reach* "You're both wrong! I'm taking this back to Trurion with me!"
they compose themselves and Truor says ---> "We are happy to accept this award for YayGollum. We would like to thank all of our mommies and of course, J.R.R.Tolkien. We're all looking forward to more adventures with all of you!" to Lark at some pooint ---> "Sure thing. Why not? I've never met an orc though, so I wouldn't know."
*they are then directed stage right, Tolir goes left with the award*

[HLGStrider]

Elgee claps enthusiastically.

[Elbereth]

Outside of the glorious amphetheater of the Dome of Stars, fans and paparazzi line the red carpet, filling the air with loud cheering and bright flashes. And although the ceremony has already begun...a few stars remain on the red carpet, detained by the press who have somehow made it past the security and barricades.

On the arm of her husband,Valar King of Gondor, Elbereth slowly moves down the red carpet. Dressed in a revealing long silver slip dress with a plunging neck, her hair adorned with crystal crown that is interlaid with rare white and deep blue diamonds. Every few feet she is stopped by eager photographers and prying press who beg for the new Queen to take a picture or do an interview. Overwhelmed by the media attention, Valar and she loose track of the time. Then from out of the amphitheater, Elbereth's publicist runs to her rescue, allowing Elbereth and her husband to move through the line of paparazzi on the red carpet into the Dome of Stars.

Elbereth and Valar finally takes her seats silently, as Truor leaves the stage.

[chrysophalax]

Arriving on horse-back, magnificent in her finery Earwen of Alqualonde arrived which to the delight of the gossip-columnists, not with her estranged husband Finarfin, not with her rumoured "counsellour" Veadarion, but with Thorvold the Dwarf! With a smug look on his face, he handed her down from her horse and arm-in-arm they entered the Dome.

[roguelion]

Thorvold Leads his date to a table, arm in arm the slowly walk through the hall toward there seats. He blinks and rubbs his eyes.."To bright in here" he says...then laughs deeply. When they arive at the table he pulls out a seat for his date, and pulls out a single rose from his cloak and hands it to her..."My Lady" he says and bows

[Maedhros]

Maedhros arrives at the ceremony without much pomposity. He enters the amphetheater of the Dome of Stars, smiling and nodding the people. He then go and greets his friends from RPG 36 and go and sits with his "rival" the great dragon Magnus.

[YayGollum]

*Truor Tupnm comes from backstage back to Lark and the rest of his group*
*Boffin comes back out and sees Helleranin still wooing some elf and picks a seat far from them at their table*
*Tolir stays backstage, still clutching the award, and peeks through the curtains, making sure all of the nominees for best female in a leading role are there*

[chrysophalax]

Having finally found all of his wolves' mithril collars he'd been saving for just such an occasion, Artos Wolfhame, alias (thanks to Radagast) Carcaroth, awaits the arrival of his trusted friend Serewing the Corsair...

[Turgon]

Alcarondas came to rest at the great riverside wharf. Her bright sails fluttering in the soft night breeze.

'Take down the sails you scurvy rogue!' Serewing shouted to one of the deck hands. 'Ossë's Beard! How the hell did we out run that Horny Fastitocalon with you no-good deck-swabbers on board...? Bah!'

The Corsair leapt from ship to shore and stood resplendent in a foppish velvet frock-coat and buckskin breeches. Adjusting his lace cuffs he yelled to his friend Turig. 'Come on Smiler - the party's started! You look fine, put the brush down and get out here!!!'

[chrysophalax]

Artos strides forward to greet his friend and looks warily at Turig then grins to himself. "Wait right there! You must be the man she spoke of."

Whispering to one of his wolves, it dashes off and he straightens up with, for him, an innocent look on his face. Serewing and Turig exchange glances and shrug.

Down the red carpet comes an absolute vision. Nildadari smiles radiantly at Turig as he takes in her shimmering jewels and low-cut gown. "I was hoping to see you here." she whispers...

[Turgon]

Serewing gave a long wolf-whistle as the Elf-maid swayed gracefully towards them. 'Well, well... quite the Lady's man, eh Turig? Never thought you had it in you!' The brigand blushed as Nildadari took his arm in hers - it seemed the fearless Turig was not so fearless after all.

'Well folks...' Serewing grinned. 'Shall we?'

[chrysophalax]

"Lots of seating still available I see. There's Magnus and Maedhros over against the far wall, and look! Earwen with Thorvold from Ancient Retribution...odd. What'll Finarfin say? Shall we sit with Snaga's group or the bunch from Redemption?" Artos around all these people and this splendid atmosphere, suddenly found himself in desperate need of a drink.

[roguelion]

Thorvold leans back in his seat and his eyes start to droop, and his head starts to nod....he sleeps quietly for a few minutes the suddenly and loudly he yells "GIANTS ..ARRRRRRGH...." then jumps up from his seat. He then realizes that despite all the fuss and clamour he had fallen asleep & startled everyone at the table. Red faced he mutters appologies under his breath and sits back down trying to look smaller...

[Ecthelion]

Nain rushes in puffing and breathing hard,"Did I make it?" He sees everyone still chatting and no awards. He sits down with the cast of 35 and waves and does his hellos and sits to catch his breath.

[roguelion]

Thorvold leans over to talk to Earwin. "I hope I didn't embarras you m'lady..I uh...well..I...well your beauty lulled me into a daydream..then well..I was asleep..um.."He smiles sheepishly "any how...Lets get this party started!" says Thorvold.."oh ya, and congradulations Yay! U the clown!!" Then he sits down quietly and chats with Earwin.

[HLGStrider]

Elgee sits alone, crying into her cat about the lack of a date. She just scares guys off with the cats... She cries and cries... poor Elgee... Her cats cheer her up and she orders a drink.

She redoes her make up just in case. She is wearing pale blue with a floor length skirt, a dimond necklace that covers just about everything the round collar does not, and no shoes. Her hair is down, filled with flowers of white and pale blue.

[Snaga]

In come a rowdy mob: a gang of extras, bit part actors and others from 35: Radagast, a couple of trolls, Rashdug, Mauruk, Bolg, and a lot of other orcs, Treebeard and Quickbeam, Beorn, two loremasters from Minas Tirith, some rangers from Ithilien, a messenger from Mordor, a gaggle of displaced wanderers from the Brown Lands, Thinorn of Lothlorien, and Nim Redleg the dwarven astronomer.

They pour in and sit themselves all over the place, noisily ordering drinks of all varieties.

Meanwhile, Tolir hears a hoarse whisper from an organiser: 'What are we waiting for?'

[YayGollum]

*pushed out from behind the wings with a piece of paper and the envelope, Tolir stumbles over to the podium and squints to read because of the glaring lights* "Uh, hi, everybody. I'm hear to present the RPG Oscar for the best female in a leading role. The nominees are snaga1 the Hope and Despair series, Elbereth in Wizdom's Inn, and Mirina in Mirina's Army." *everybody watches some clips from some of their best performances, then Tolir opens the envelope* "Yeah, and the winner is snaga1 as Lark in the Hope and Despair series." *hears ranting from the wings as some of the stage hands yell at him for not using suspense* "Ack! Sorry!"

[Snaga]

Loud cheering, whooping and other strange noises ensue as the huge cast of 35 cheer Lark onto the stage.

She walks on sheepishly, accepts the award, and eyes shining says: 'I'd like to thank... them.' And points to the whole 35 crowd. 'And everyone who voted for me! Thanks!'

She walks off again, bright red with embarrassment. More like a run actually.

(Meanwhile the organisers have cornered Elgee, to present Best Leading Male...)

[YayGollum]

*after finally handing the award to Lark, Tolir warily makes his way back to his seat with Helleranin and some lady elves*

*sure, even though it was already done for him, Truor claps for the Lark person*

[HLGStrider]

Unaware of her weighty responsiblity as an announcer, Elgee had been quietly sipping her Dr. Pepper. She quickly leapt to her feet, brushed her hair behind her ears, and sprang upon Badger, her cat.

Riding up to the stage she took her place behind the mike and silenced the clapping (ooc give me a little glory...).

"The Nominees for the best Leading Male were Elessar in Mirina's Army, UngattTrun in The Mithril Stone, Elessar in D/H/DoD/WLH, and
Maedhros in Redemption ... The winner of this great honor is..." The drums rolled. A cymbol crashed.... "MAEDHROS IN REDEMPTION!!!" Fire works exploded behind the stage lighting the entire dome an the surprised look on Maedros's face.

[chrysophalax]

Magnus nudges Maedhros with his snout, as he appears to be in shock...

[Maedhros]

After accepting the award, Maedhros prepares to give a little speech:
"I want to thank you for this honor that you have bestowed in me. I would like to thank, Chyss for being the co creator of this RPG and without her influence, it would have never come to pass. To snaga, because of his great posting. To me, he is the best. To Grond, for coming in when the RPG needed new blood and to Turgon, Nildadari, Zale, Sting, Elfarmari, Arcanjo, Elessar, YayGollum and everyone who contributed in the RPG, Thanks."
I never tought that people would like the RPG or my involvement in it.

[HLGStrider]

Thunderous applause echoes through the building.

[goofoofighter]

Goofoofighter, riding a great white horse known as Aratomëa, finally arrives escorted by her half-brother Raven on Ogren, a great jet black stallion with silver strikes through its mane and tail with fiery eyes clad in full shining black armor with gold trim. One observing them would not think they would get along. Mounted side-by-side they look opposite as night and day. However, one thinking that would be right, as Goofoofighter is a demi-god lady of light, while Raven is a full lord of darkness. This is why Raven is often known as Raven of Night.
Raven comes adorned with a black steel helm with a dark crystal set in on the brow. He wears a black steel chain mail shirt with long sleeves that connect to a single ring on his middle finger on both hands, but instead of just covering the top of his hands, the mail covers the palm as well. He bears his dark cloak - when he opens it, all the light in the room falters and dies until closed - secured with a silver brooch. Raven wears leather pants with real gold hemming. In one hand he holds a silver morning star mace with black spikes and a black grip with gold trim. Across his back is a crossbow, whose bolts have golden tips and red cockaroo (reference to D&D) feather flights. Raven’s boots are black leather steel-tips, but rather than steel, the tips are gold. A raven is perched on his shoulder whose cold glare matches that of Raven’s great dark steed. However, the raven is more than it appears to be, with the wish and will to do, one piercing glare engages one in a fiery death.
Compared to her dark half-brother, Goofoofighter appears to shine. Her skin is fair, and her brown eyes shine with an immeasurable depth. Her hair is of a shimmering gold that falls half-way down her back, and the glittering diamond earrings she wears are in the shape of stars, and one might mistake them for stars if the light caught them. She wears a light white-silvery tube-topped dress that flows elegantly to her toes. Her cloak, a gift from her mother brought to her by Raven, is of the purest white which glows a soft white shine. It is bound with a silver crecent moon holding a golden star in its tips. From the brooch hang four gold strands with silver balls dangling from the ends. The cloak flows down her back, and through the gentle glow can be seen that it seems to be set with diamonds, or is it that the white fabric is woven with strands of light? She wears a fine mithril chain around her neck, and from it hangs a small ball of some clear precious jewel, held by swirling strands of mithril. She wears sandals of white leather, and the uppers are set with shimmering white gems.

[goofoofighter]

As Raven and Goofoofighter dismount, their horses are taken to the stables, but only will they go when they have the wish and will of their riders. As they walk down the red carpet, they are mobbed by reporters wanting interviews and explanations to why Goofoofighter has come with such a dark escort.
She explains it only once to them for it is quite a lengthy explanation and can become confusing. They share one mother, and elvish goddess of light, but different fathers. Raven’s father is a god of darkness, and so has he become, while Goofoofighter’s father was an elf living in the waking world. Next Goofoofighter gives another reason – both she and her half-brother had won Mithril Hangar Awards at the first and only RPG Oscars. She and Raven could not bear to miss who won the second RPG Oscars Mithril Hangar Awards. Goofoofighter’s third and final reason was quite obvious to her, “I have no one else,” she explained with a laugh, “I have no partner.”
After the interviews and inquiries, she and Raven finally were able to enter the Dome of Stars. Goofoofighter notices Elgee crying alone at a table and decides to go sit by her, though Raven tries to find a dark corner in vain and finally decides to stand against the far wall. Strong and silent he appeared to anyone who observed him. Goofoofighter, knowing how Elgee loves cats and not being able to keep it, presents her a gift. A strong, fast, and beautiful little tortoise-shell kitten of about three months.
“Her name is O’elle,” she leans over to tell Elgee.

[HLGStrider]

Elgee squeeks in joy and cuddles the kitten...

[Snaga]

Nain has just recovered his breath when a hand clutches his shoulder causing him to jump.

It is but one of the organisers who with an exaggerated stage whisper says: 'Perhaps you could do me a favour and go up to present the award for Best Special Effects... though you may find the winner is not here to receive it. I havent seen him.'

[Ecthelion]

Nain turns and answers "I would be glad to anounce the award. When will the award be anounced? Soon? Ok just tell me when." Nain sits back down again catching his breath.

[Snaga]

'No no! Don't sit down... Now's the time! On you go!'

[HLGStrider]

Elgee's officious cats push Nain to the stage where he stares at the bright lights like a cow looks at an oncoming train for a few minutes...

OOC: sorry Nain... Couldn't resist the cow simile.

[goofoofighter]

((this isn't really goofoofighter, this is her friend and she asked me to post a message for her-because of a recent thunderstorm her computer went 'pop', and basically got fried. so unfortunately she might not be able to get on for about a month or so. consequently she might not return until the RPG Oscars are conculeded. If anybody would like to save what happened at the Oscars on their computer she would greatly appreciate it.))

[goofoofighter]

((I'm on Astaldolosswen's compu, and I'm at her house for the weekend. I can check in every now and then, but not always too often. *screams for joy* I get to ride now for the first time since Makinac Island! Yay! ^^ We found a farm that needs people to excersize their four riding horses. Yay!))

*Smiles*

[Ecthelion]

Once Nain was adjusted to the light he could have sworn he heard a train nearby...........Anyway Nain said in a voice suprisingly low "And now the winner for Best Special Effects.........Drum Roll please..........And the winner of the 2nd Middle Earth Oscars is...........ELLESAR FROM THE WAR THREADS!" *Clap clap clap clap* Soon Ellesar makes it to the stage to give his speech. But before Ellesar started Nain saw Elgee drinking her drink like a deer whose brains are about to get blown out by a gun.........

OOC: It's ok Elgee I think we are even now.;)

[Kyrè]

Mirina raced in from the back of the room (that's becoming a habit isn't it??) And stopped suddenly. She gathered up her skirt, and plopped down in a chair.

[Elbereth]

*Looks over at Mirina who is sitting next to her slightly out of breath*

"Why hello Mirina, nice of you to join us."

[HLGStrider]

Nasty today, aren't we all, Nain...

Elgee greets Mirina swishing about the top layer of her two layered skirt.

[Kyrè]

Why, hello all! She whispered as she accepted a soda from a waiter, then spilling half of it down her deep emerald dress.

[goofoofighter]

*goofoofighter greets Mirina regardless of the drink poured on her dress*

[Snaga]

Oblivious to the wet patch on Mirina's dress, the organisers sneak up and quietly ask her if she would like the honour of announcing the winner of 'Best Plot Twist.'

Meanwhile Snaga gets up, and addresses the gathered celebrities:

'Now it is my pleasure and my honour to announce a special award, that is given to those who truly merit it. This is the RP Lifetime Achievement Award. This is an award not voted on but decided purely my me (on this occasion;)) ... well, having got lumbered with organising this splendid occasion, I should be able to take advantage don't you think? Well regardless of the lack of democracy, I think I can safely say that this award is truly meritted. For long and distinguished service to RP-ing including performances in RP5, and many bravura moments as King of Gondor, and in sadness at his departure from the RP part of TTF, I award the Lifetime Achievement Award to.... Beorn'

[Beorn]

*The Ghost of Beorn flies in upon being summoned by Elbereth*

It is with great suprise that I accept this award, for I would not have thought of naming myself for such an award, but rather, Ciryaher.

I'd like to thank Ciryaher, Talierin, Aerin, Morwen, and everyone that participated in RPs 5, 6, and 19.

Thank You

*The Ghost of Beorn flies off (into the sunset)*

[Kyrè]

Yeah, I'll do it! She excaimed exitely. The wet spot had dried, so she wasn't ashamed anymore! (I'll do it tomorrow G2G!)

[Snaga]

'Well Beorn, you have the sentimental advantage over Ciryaher. You are dead! At least in rp-ing terms! Always helps in awards competitions. If anyone else would like that advantage... just come and see me. I will arrange everything!;)'

Snaga trots off stage, and the orchestra plays the thunderous strains of 'Symphony of the Uttermost West' (the Theme from the Voyage to...'

[Narya]

Dismounting her Unicorn, Nuredhel arrives at the Dome of stars. No one was with her, because at the moment she came with her Mother Earwen and with her sister Galadriel, and her brother-in-law, Celeborn. Wearing a beige silk and crepe gown and with her long flowing jet-black hair adorned with white gems and pearls, she looks around for either Terendul or Nolè. When she could find no one she eagerly walks into the ampitheatre, dodging the paparazzi and the screaming fans.

Narya Brandybuck arrives with her cousin Merry Brandybuck and they walked straight to the bar.

The Prince of the White Kingdom, Celebcristion arrived with his childhood friend Erianda who wanted to see Rondel so much, because he has been missing for a time, and she missed him.

[goofoofighter]

*Raven is displeased with how light this place is and folds up a corner of his cloak just enough to darken it a few shades. The difference is just noticable.*

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar walks in after an argument with the gaurds who did not believe her to be the dark queen. She is wearing a long elegant red halter dress that has a slit up to her mid thigh. her jewelry as usual is ornate and hair is down but decorated with all sorts of jewels as well. She takes a seat and looks at those fortunant enough to win these highly valued prizes for thier acting abilities.

[HLGStrider]

Elgee dances over and says hi to the queen...
"I didn't win anything this year and I don't have a date... but I'm all right... I'm not depressed or anything... I'm really.. all... all... WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar sighs and pats HGLstrider on the back,"Not everybody wins, but you'll win some day..." She says to elgee.

[chrysophalax]

Rondel enters the magnificent Dome of Stars, his close-fitted leather attire fitting him like a glove, drawing the attention of nearly every female eye in the place. He scanned the crowd, and there she was...Erianda! He quickly strode over to her, smiled frostily at Celebcristion, then kissed her hand and sat next to her, whispering something that made her blush in her ear...

[HLGStrider]

Elgee perks up and spies on those who do have boyfriends...

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar smiles to herself and enjoys the show and waits to see if
Dengen will get her note and come...

[Narya]

Erianda tried hard to control herself but Rondel was just too much that she said to the handsome elf, "Let's get out of here! and tugged at Rondel's arm.

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Meanwhile, Narya Brandybuck was enjoying the food at the bar when one of the bouncers told her to stop eating because that food was for ALL the guests not just for her and her cousin. She went to her seat muttering.

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Celebcristion sat beside his father Faentaur who was splendid in his double vested suit. The prince was eager to finish the show and leave for the havens.

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Nuredhel saw Terendul and Nolè talking together in a dark part of the dome and wondered what they were doing? Could it be???

[chrysophalax]

Rondel put his arm around Erianda, pleased at her response, yet wanting to remain for the rest of the festivities. He appeased her by ordering drinks for them both, then nuzzling her ear...

[Narya]

Erianda feels like she is about to fall apart as the Rondel plays with her ear, and knows she can't stay any longer. There is a room up there near the technical room. I believe it is empty

[Kyrè]

((Sorry my post is SOOO late... I went to camp.))

Mirina was ushered on the stage. Blushing, she begins speaking..

It takes alot to have a good plot twist. A plot twist must be, surprising above all things, and different, origanal. Here are the nominees for the best plot twist..

Radagast's fall into Evil in RPG 35: Despair/Hope/Depths of Despair/Where Lies Hope?

Magnus attacks Isengard in RPG 35: Despair/Hope/Depths of Despair/Where Lies Hope?

Everyone disappears in RPG 33: The Mithril Stone

Gollum eats the Gollum fans in RPG 30: Hunt Gollum

And the winner is!...

Radagast's fall into Evil in RPG 35: Despair/Hope/Depths of Despair/Where Lies Hope?


.: Stands there holding the oscar and smiling like a ditz:.

Come on up!

***Speech*** ***Speech*** ***Speech*** ***Speech*** ***Speech***

[goofoofighter]

*Goofoofighter applauds for the winner as Raven spies Narya and Rondel, pondering whether he should interrupt or just leave them be. Meanwhile, Raven's raven glares around the room, especially at the winners of awards and at anyone who draws near Raven*

((got my compu back now :) but I still might not be on much, mom's getting on my back about work and I spend most of the day at play practice.))