The New Silver Dragon Inn (ALL are Welcome!)

[Wonko The Sane]

Originally posted by HobbitGirl
Without using what...your hands??

Yes...sorry. Without using your hands. :D Small omission there.

But since nobody wants to play we'll abandon the idea for now.

*glides back to the bar and orders a martini*

[Eomer Dinmention]

Eomer walks in singing to himself

'Sweet Home Alabama, dodododloooldood dum dum, Where the Skys are so Blue, do lool doddo dum, Sweet Home Alabama, dododlooolololdo dum dum Lord I'm Coming Home to you'

*Takes off his cloak and throws it onto a hook, he then sits on the bar.

"Well Well, if it isn't old Eomer, how have u been gees, your grown, wow i haven't seen you for how long, ages'

'amm yeah bartender, you havent seen me for a day'

'oh well still thats a long time, what can i get ya'

'just a cup of coffee, make it strong'

'you got it'

*Takes the drink into the corner. Takes out a book, The Silmarillian and starts to read, having a sip

[Arvedui]

In walks an old man, dripping wet. There is ice in his hair. He stumbles to the bar and orders a pot of coffee. Before drinking he mutters: "One does not simply swim out of Forochel."

*Takes the coffee to the nearest available table*

[Wonko The Sane]

*glances quizzically at the dripping old man, her eyes squinting, she sips her martini and surveys the room. She suddenly gets up, the hem of her skirts swirling about her ankles, as she pads off towards the back room*

[Ciryaher]

Cir perks an ear and stands, hearing something outside. Patting Eomer on the back while walking towards the door, Cir begins whistling a merry tune. He pushes open the doors and exits as the sounds of creaking wheels and horse's feet can be heard approaching.

A minute or so later, there were several thuds, and barrels came rolling through the doors of the Inn, filled with lager, ale, and mead. Ciryaher returned through the door, giving a satisfied-looking hobbit a large quantity of money before smiling to the patronage. "Well! More drink has come; help me lift these, please!"

[Arvedui]

The old dripping wet man looks up from his coffee. When he realizes what is going on, he raises an eyebrow.
Varily he staggers to his feet, and walks over to where Cir is.
"I can give you a hand with those" he says. Even if he speaks in a low voice, one can hear the sound of ice creaking.

[Eomer Dinmention]

Eomer continues to read his Silmarillion.

'ha this book is full of ****, it says Kementari is also known as Yavanna hahaahahahhahaha, oh man this is funny. It also says Turin is the son of Morwen hahaahhahahaha oh man i'm cracking up, this book is funny as'

An old man then comes to him

'amm Eomer, Kementari is known as Yavanna, and Turin was the son of Morwen'

The old man walks back

'oh, i knew that, i was just joking'

Hides behind his book in shame lol :D

Eomer then gets up to help Cir

What kind of beer do we have in these Barrels Cir?

[Wolfshead]

Being the first time Craig's been here, he walks in, gathering odd looks from other patrons. He goes up to the bar, orders a coffee, collects it then walks over to a covieniently empty corner. Then proceeds to sit down, pull his hood over his head and take out his rather long pipe...

[Grond]

Grond walks in and looks at the newcomer.

"Whatcha smokin' there buddy. I've got some pefectly aged long-bottom leaf here. Would you like some?"

[Ciryaher]

Cir and the creaking man hefted up several barrels onto their stands and then rolled the others into the corner. "We have lager and ale, and in the brass-bound barrels, there is honey-mead."

[Wolfshead]

Originally posted by Grond
"Whatcha smokin' there buddy. I've got some pefectly aged long-bottom leaf here. Would you like some?"
"No thanks, mate. I've got some perfectly fine Old Toby that'll do me for now. Say, would you like some of it?"

[Arvedui]

The old creaking man turns to Cir, and says: "Young man, my name is Arvedui. Long time ago I was in a shipwreck, and I have been trying for ages to get ashore. I really think I could use some of that ale now. Haven't tasted it in a long while, you see."

Glad to be of assistance, Cir hands Arvedui a mug of fresh ale.

After the first sip of the ale, a tear comes into Arvedui's eye.
"My friend, that was definately what I needed. Your deed will forever be treasured among my kin."

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eomer walks over to the bartender.
' hey bartender, get the chef to cook me up a Roast Beef for dinner, dam i'm hungry'

I'll have an Ale too

[Ciryaher]

"I'm glad you like it! A friend of mine--a hobbit of great repute--advised the Golden Perch of Stock, Eastfarthing, to be the supplier of our drink!"

Cir filled his stein to the brim with mead and then returned to his seat next to Kementari, beaming.

[Kementari]

Kem smiles at Eomer and drinks her costumary chocolate milk. Then she orders some spegetti from the bar and feeds little bits to Cir when know ones looking.

[Elbereth]

*Crosses the room and takes a seat next to Eomer*

"Long time no see stranger! Good to see your return, you were missed!"

[Wonko The Sane]

*Returns from upstairs and orders 6 pints of Bitter. She sits in a darkened corner to brood and drink large quantities of alcohol*

[Morwen]

Morwen strolls in after her extremely lengthy absence and winks at Elb.
"You know it's the best choice," she says as if speaking to herself.
"Turgon better have done his job..."

After permitting herself a harmless conversation with one of light, she quickly seats herself on the far side of the room. Turning away from Kem and Cir, she silently gazes at the shadows that pass at her feet.

[Wonko The Sane]

*Gazes darkly about the room, her eyes hidden behind the cowl of her cloak piercing the dingy recesses of the Inn, missing nothing. She stirs in her ire, and a storm cloud seems to brood over her head. She doesn't look as if she's in a mood to be messed with. Flagging down a passing waiter she calls for another pint of Bitter*

[Eliot]

Eliot walks in looking at all the crazy things going on. He notices Wonks sitting in a corner looking all gloomy, and sits down next to her.

"G'day mate!" He says. She just stares at him with a blank look on her face.

"Well, um... yes, have a good day..." he reply's.

He walks over to the bar and orders a coke.

[Eomer Dinmention]

'Yes indeed long time no see. How is the fair Realm of Gondor. And tell me of Valar. I hear he is very ill. I will visit him one day. Send him my reguards. Though we must get our minds of that. How have u been. Still bringing joy and smiles to all that gaze apon ur beauty?? lol'

Come sit with me and tell me everything that has happened

[Arvedui]

Arvedui descides that this is a good bar to recover, so he walks over to the bar:
"Could I have a couple more of that ale, my friend?" he asks Cir.
"Sure, here you go. Enjoy." Cir answers and hand him two more steins
Arvedui nods and returns to his table near the fire. There he remains seated, feeling the combination of ale and fire heat up his frozen core. In this matter he relaxxes, listens to the conversations around him, and just let time go.
"It's good to have been the King," he thinks.

[Wonko The Sane]

*realises she's just been quite rude to Eliot and tries to offer a smile of apology in his direction. She flags him down and invites him to come back and sit with her.*

Sorry, mate...I was having a bad day. But I'm better now. What's up?

[Eliot]

Oh, not much. Just coming here to hang out with all the rest of the crazys of Middle Earth:D

"I need a french vanilla cappucino (sp?). This coke I ordered is nasty. Be right back".

"Okay" she said.

[Wonko The Sane]

I had a French Vanilla Cappucino this morning. Are you spying on me? ;)

*sits and stares into her near empty pint and flags a passing waiter, calling for a Vodka Ice.*

[EverEve]

*pops her head in* Sup, everybody? *orders a martini* Mind if I join ya?

[Wonko The Sane]

*Shrugs and waves Eve in* The more the merrier! Welcome back!

[Eliot]

*comes back*

"Hey Eve, What's up? I didn't see you come in."


(No Wonks, I'm not spying on you) :D :D

[EverEve]

*Comes in and sits down with her martini* Lol, but it would be seriously freaky if you could spy on Wonks, Eliot...*shudder* Spys freak me out...

[Wolfshead]

*Emphasises Scottish accent*

Hello EverEve...

I'll have a vodka martini, shaken not stirred.

Do you expect me to talk?
To which someone in the bar replies, "No, Mr Smith, I expect you to die"

Yeah...

[Wonko The Sane]

*Listens attentively to Craig Smith's Scottish accent and then swoons dramatically*

Mmm....gorgeous!

[Dragonblade]

*Quietly glides into the bar and confiscates a bar stool*
May I have a vodka cooler...wildberry if you have it, if not, whatever the house pleases.

That's our Wonk's...LOL ;)

[Wonko The Sane]

*Wakes up and then realises how silly she was, as the most PRIME swooning material in ALL of England (as far as accents go) is currently on the phone with her. She turns at DB and grins*

You haven't been here in a while! Guess what, guess what!!

[Aerin]

Through much coughing and hacking, Aerin is heard to mumble, "James Bond is usually English".

;)

[Wonko The Sane]

Ah yes, but Sean Connery was Scottish!

[Wolfshead]

James Bond usually English? Codswallop, or so to speak.

Sean Connery - Scottish
George Lazenby - Australian
Roger Moore - English
Timothy Dalton - Welsh
Pierce Prosnan - Irish

Admittedly though, they all sound English except Connery...

[Wonko The Sane]

Right...that's what I meant.

[Dragonblade]

I know I haven't been around in a while...did ya miss me? lol. They deleted the bar's and I didn't notice that they had started a new forum cause I kind of stopped looking.
What Wonk?
*returns Wonk's grin* Gotta love the english ;)

And By the way...it's Pierce Brosnan, not Prosnan.

[Wolfshead]

Originally posted by Dragonblade
And By the way...it's Pierce Brosnan, not Prosnan.
Ah yes, sorry 'bout that. I guess I wasn't thinking, Pierce Prosnan would sound pretty stupid...

[Dragonblade]

Actually ya it does

[Wonko The Sane]

Oh, yes! I love the English dearly!! *extrapolates wildly from a sample of one*

[Elbereth]

Originally posted by Eomer Dinmention
'Yes indeed long time no see. How is the fair Realm of Gondor. And tell me of Valar. I hear he is very ill. I will visit him one day. Send him my reguards. Though we must get our minds of that. How have u been. Still bringing joy and smiles to all that gaze apon ur beauty?? lol'

Come sit with me and tell me everything that has happened

Ignoring the chattering on the other side of the bar, Elbereth smiles kindly at her dear friend, although her eyes tell of her sorrow.

"Eomer, you are always so kind. Thank you for your complements...although I am sure my beauty is fading as the stresses of my life here on Middle earth grow. It distresses me greatly that my husband has taken so ill. And yet, I know that if he leaves he will be in a better place. Yet, I do not want to talk of ill.

So are you enjoying your new found freedom? How have you been spending your time nowadays since you have left Rohan?"

[Eomer Dinmention]

Yes, but do not worry, Valar is a strong man, we have been through some hard times and his always come out stronger then ever.
But do not let his illness bring you down, you are still Elbereth, the lady that many men and women of Middle Earth, gaze apon to admire your beauty and to gain inspiration.

My days from Rohan, well its mostly been in here, I went travelling for a while, but i met too many beasts which killed many of my men, I couldn't bare to see them die. But i have been very lazy these days, I miss the Kingship of being King, but it doens't bother me, I will be able to live with it.

So what have you been up to, Elb nothings the same anymore.

[Rogue666666]

American paratrooper stumbles in, looking incerdebly tired. Lifts his head and looks around, sieng dragon blade he grimaces, but continues to enter the establishment.

" HEY! Is this Normandy? I'm looking for drop Zone F,anyone around here heard of it? "

*Paratrooper realizes how many times he's gone through this routine*

"Ahh, nevermind, forget dropzone F, its time to enjoy my self!"

As he starts to sit down he notices his parachute is still hanging out of his pack, he quickly puts it away, and taking a final suspiciuos glance at dragonblade begins to relax.

[Dragonblade]

Aww a paratrooper ain't afraid of a little drow like me is he?

[Wonko The Sane]

I would be...*smirks Arianne as she smiles into her cups*

[Dragonblade]

LOL, aw come on I'm not THAT bad...*evil grin*

[Wonko The Sane]

No...You're right. Not bad at all really...*shrugs and goes back to her Whiskey Sour*

[Dragonblade]

LOL Wonks...it's true, I'm not THAT bad...I've calmed down, a lot.
Whiskey sour? Is it any good?

[Rogue666666]

Hey! Do you guys have any good old coca-cola? I could reall use one of those right about now. :D

[Arvedui]

On hearing an unknown word, Arvedui walks over to the paratrooper.
"What's a Coca-Cola?" He asks.

[Elbereth]

So what have you been up to, Elb nothings the same anymore.

*gives the paratrooper a strange look from across the room*

"You are right Eomer, nothing is the same here at all." *then laughs to self*
"Actually Eomer, I have been very busy. Besides the war, which had preoccupied me for a great while...I managed to take a sojourn of my own. And I was able to explore my lands in Gondor more thoroughly, traveling further south and east than I ever have in my time here in Middle earth. Middle Earth is indeed a great land. It makes me so proud to be a part of its creation."

[Wonko The Sane]

*takes a sip of her Whiskey Sour*

Hmm...I don't know, DB. I don't really think it is as I'm not too fond of Whiskey. But you might like it. *hands her drink to Dragonblade and orders a vodka ice*

[Dragonblade]

*sips Wonk's wiskey and coughs madly* Ick, I think I'll stick to Vodka coolers thanks.
Wildberry cooler please.

[Wonko The Sane]

yeah..that Whiskey's pretty minging...

[Eomer Dinmention]

Yes indeed Middle Earth is a wonderful place, and its something which all can be proud of. But i'm quite surprised, over the last year the population has increased alot and i mean alot, it seems we have more members, or should i say people and creatures, Silver Dragon use to halfly full but now its full house every day. There are many more different people i see these days, which i haven't seen in the days of old.

So journeying east are we, hmm next time you go, tell me, I shall journey with you, for I haven't been further in east besides going into Mirkwood, and thats far i got lol.

Oh its true though things aren't the same. In days of old, we use to be able to run our Kingdoms, not fearing any threat from anyone, though now the Dark Lord has released his powers and Middle Earth is now under threat. Oh how i miss the olden days

[Isal Celebalda]

A plain looking bard strolls in, with his lute strung over his shoulders.

"Hello, all! I heard this bar is the best place for miles around, so I thought I'd drop in! Oh, you have vodka coolers... I'll take one, please..."

The bard takes a seat and begins to sip his drink.

"So what are your names, then? I'm Isal. Isal Celebalda, to be more specific. Can I buy anyone a drink?"

[Tar-Ancalime]

"Tell me Eomer. Is a politically inactive dark queen allowed in such a fine establishment, or shall I slander its goodness." Tar says to eomer telepathically.

[Elbereth]

"I also miss the days of old, Eomer ...but alas we can not choose the time in which we live...we must only deal with what Illuvatar has given us. It would be nice to have peace once again. However, such times of turmoil will teach us to better appreciate the things we treasure, such as our home and our friends and our family."

*Then seeing the dark queen enter, Elbereth stops her conversation...but then smiles warmly to the new guest. *

"Hello Tar, it is good to see you again. It has been too long since we have had an opportunity to chat with each other. "

[Tar-Ancalime]

"Indeed it has, rember your bachlorette party? Those were good times"

[Elbereth]

"I agree. Those were the good old days wasn't it. We had so much fun!
And I do appreciate that you invited me to your spa...but I regret so much that I was unable to stay there very long. Duty called, you know."

[Tar-Ancalime]

"I am not offended, your exit was peaceful and while you were there you ignored these tedious politics. That was most appreciated."

[Elbereth]

"Yes, I agree that the politics can get very tedious...It was very nice to have a haven that we could be free of all that. I would be very happy to see peaceful times once again. And I would love to return your kindness by inviting you to Gondor someday. Our gardens are most beautiful in the Spring. I'm sure you'll enjoy them."

[Tar-Ancalime]

"I would find that most enjoyable. I wonder if your people would like a dark queen there?" Tar said, and then she laughed.

[Ol'gaffer]

A black cloaked figure enters. Along his face there lies a long scar. His travelling cloack is held together by a silver eagle, his hands are covered by black leather gloves and his left hand rests on the hilt of a sword. He walks making no sound as if he was too light to touch the ground. He notices Beorn. "Free drinks you say? Can a lonely traveller rest here for the night? Or will your *Bouncer* give me trouble" He gives a glance towards the door where he thought he had seen the bouncer. His cold blue eyes turn back to Beorn.

[Wonko The Sane]

*Arianne looked up slowly from within her coweled hood and goes to kneel before her queen*

My Queen, *she intones* I respectfully request an audience with you immediately.

[Tar-Ancalime]

"Sure!" Tar says

[Wonko The Sane]

*Smiles and cuts the grovelling*

I have a favor to ask...

[Tar-Ancalime]

"and that favor is.."

[Éomond]

*Steps in the bar*
"Havn't been to any bar in a while so I thought I drop by and say hello to everyone."

[Elbereth]

*Everyone in the bar stops what they are doing and turns to the new guest in the bar*



" HEY ÉOMOND !!!!" says the bar in a large group greeting.

[Wonko The Sane]

*Whispers in Tar's ear, onlookers can hear only the words, "Orc" "gift" and "wedding"...What can they be talking about?!*

[Éomond]

Éomond gave a light smile to the group, not used to alot of people giving him attention. He walked over and sat at the bar table "Can I have a Ale please?"

[Tar-Ancalime]

" a nice pointy haggard knife always does the trick ;) "

[Wonko The Sane]

Can I borrow yours then?

*she whispers to the queen*

[Tar-Ancalime]

"I dont have one...all mine are pretty...check in the amory in rhun i'm sure theres one thrown aside."

[Wonko The Sane]

"Nah, I'll bet Snaga has one."

*stops suddenly wide eyed*

"Um...I mean...I'm sure one of the orcs will lend me one..." *looks around furtively and gets all tense*

"Hmm...ok...so how..are...things...?"