Sneak peeks and worries
Mar. 16th, 2004 03:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
misscamThe Madrid bombing has made even Norwegians a bit edgy - our main train station was evacuated yesterday after the discovery of an abandoned suit case. After abot an hour, the bomb squad found out it only held clothes. Gah. The way the US seems to want to sell Norway as an 'ally' in Iraq (Bush undearest, we did *not* support the war and stop selling that we did!) I'm not surprised Norwegians are slightly on edge. It is still unimaginable that someone would strike at tiny, tiny unimportant Norway - but the unimaginable has happened before.
Not the most cheerful of thoughts, that.
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It was, all in all, a spectacular wake leading into a spectacular party. Sure, there had been some ‘accidents’ of the not so accidental kind, but so was to be expected when staff and students gathered together.
Of course, there were some disagreements over what the wake was for and what the party was for. The students insisted the party was for celebrating the viewing of the third movie at last and the wake for the end of the movies. The staff held the opposite view. But since the party and the wake both had a lot to drink, this was easily smoothed over.
Jess did quite enjoy herself. First there had been the viewing itself, which had gone along swimmingly (and for the students, droolingly) until Denethor had attempted to torch the movie reels, citing defamation of character. While that was being cleared up, Tylliria had attempted to sneak up on Legolas – alas for her, an Elf in the darkness is another Elf alike and Fëanor was not an Elf easily amused.
With Tylliria tied up as a mini-Balrog ‘put the tail on the pig’ toy, the screening had continued and Jess had let her Inner Luster indulge in some serious Legolas Lusting. She figured it might knock it unconscious for the rest of the year. It was after all a dangerous movie for Inner Lusters. Ellie Dragonstar, who had occupied a seat nearby, had nearly gone comatose at Pippin’s adorable Woeful Singing O’Death. Nancey in the seat below had swooned over Frodo’s chest and dribbled on her shoes. Scott Dibler had dribbled on his shoes (and poor Emilee, in the seat below him) whenever Éowyn had passed by. All in all, it had been a great indulging of the more hormonal kind.
But like all things, the movie had come to an end and the Canon Characters had cheered and popped the champagne. And so the party (or wake, depending on one’s viewpoint) had started and soon moved to the great hall.
“Good party,” Kat remarked to Jess, attempting to open yet another bottle of wine.
“You’re just saying that because you got a clear view of Faramir,” Jess replied
“Shut up.”
“Nope.”
Kat just rolled her eyes, but not in particularly hostile way. “Why is Faramir talking to Sunsong anyway?”
“He wants all oils of any kind to be put under special security in the kitchen. I guess FaraFindel shouldn’t have tried to dump Extra Virgin Oil on him after the viewing. I heard him mutter angrily about it.”
“Ah.” Kat took a moment to sip from the bottle. “He was really, really, really hot with oil though.”
“He also really, really, really belongs to Éowyn, who is likely to roast you in Extra Virgin Oil if given the chance. Really sis, you could have picked a better Object O’Lusting,” Jess snorted.
“Hah. And Thranduil is just so kind towards those lusting after his son.”
“Good point. Is there anyone it’s safe to lust after?”
“The Witch-Wall,” Melje shot in, gliding up next to the sisters with a slight grimace. “Although I suppose that has its own dangers. Have any of you seen Rusco?”
“Last I saw her, she was drowning her sorrows of Elrohir not being in movie three by the tank of Durin’s Dwarven Daiquiri Draught,” Jess replied. “Speaking of drinking, where is all the tequila gone?”
No one had a chance to answer, as a hush fell over the crowd. Galadriel had stepped forward on the podium, looking grim.
“The world is changed. I feel it in the air. I feel it in the water. Much that once was, is lost, for few who now live bother to read the book. Movie three has come.”
******
Not the most cheerful of thoughts, that.
******
It was, all in all, a spectacular wake leading into a spectacular party. Sure, there had been some ‘accidents’ of the not so accidental kind, but so was to be expected when staff and students gathered together.
Of course, there were some disagreements over what the wake was for and what the party was for. The students insisted the party was for celebrating the viewing of the third movie at last and the wake for the end of the movies. The staff held the opposite view. But since the party and the wake both had a lot to drink, this was easily smoothed over.
Jess did quite enjoy herself. First there had been the viewing itself, which had gone along swimmingly (and for the students, droolingly) until Denethor had attempted to torch the movie reels, citing defamation of character. While that was being cleared up, Tylliria had attempted to sneak up on Legolas – alas for her, an Elf in the darkness is another Elf alike and Fëanor was not an Elf easily amused.
With Tylliria tied up as a mini-Balrog ‘put the tail on the pig’ toy, the screening had continued and Jess had let her Inner Luster indulge in some serious Legolas Lusting. She figured it might knock it unconscious for the rest of the year. It was after all a dangerous movie for Inner Lusters. Ellie Dragonstar, who had occupied a seat nearby, had nearly gone comatose at Pippin’s adorable Woeful Singing O’Death. Nancey in the seat below had swooned over Frodo’s chest and dribbled on her shoes. Scott Dibler had dribbled on his shoes (and poor Emilee, in the seat below him) whenever Éowyn had passed by. All in all, it had been a great indulging of the more hormonal kind.
But like all things, the movie had come to an end and the Canon Characters had cheered and popped the champagne. And so the party (or wake, depending on one’s viewpoint) had started and soon moved to the great hall.
“Good party,” Kat remarked to Jess, attempting to open yet another bottle of wine.
“You’re just saying that because you got a clear view of Faramir,” Jess replied
“Shut up.”
“Nope.”
Kat just rolled her eyes, but not in particularly hostile way. “Why is Faramir talking to Sunsong anyway?”
“He wants all oils of any kind to be put under special security in the kitchen. I guess FaraFindel shouldn’t have tried to dump Extra Virgin Oil on him after the viewing. I heard him mutter angrily about it.”
“Ah.” Kat took a moment to sip from the bottle. “He was really, really, really hot with oil though.”
“He also really, really, really belongs to Éowyn, who is likely to roast you in Extra Virgin Oil if given the chance. Really sis, you could have picked a better Object O’Lusting,” Jess snorted.
“Hah. And Thranduil is just so kind towards those lusting after his son.”
“Good point. Is there anyone it’s safe to lust after?”
“The Witch-Wall,” Melje shot in, gliding up next to the sisters with a slight grimace. “Although I suppose that has its own dangers. Have any of you seen Rusco?”
“Last I saw her, she was drowning her sorrows of Elrohir not being in movie three by the tank of Durin’s Dwarven Daiquiri Draught,” Jess replied. “Speaking of drinking, where is all the tequila gone?”
No one had a chance to answer, as a hush fell over the crowd. Galadriel had stepped forward on the podium, looking grim.
“The world is changed. I feel it in the air. I feel it in the water. Much that once was, is lost, for few who now live bother to read the book. Movie three has come.”
******
