now the party don't start til I walk in

[woodking]

Who: Thranduil, Legolas, Galadriel, Bilbo, Tauriel, Tylendel, Ashura, and YOU. The others were previously discussed but basically you all can drop in.
What: Spring is here! That means it is time for a party.
When: The evening of April 30
Where: Outside the Castle
Rating: ... T maybe for lots of alcohol. Shouldn't get beyond that though.

Tables have been moved outside, and there is food and wine - both slightly weaker stuff and a great barrel of Dorwinion. The latter has been separated out into several small bottles with a note of warning for the mortals who are to come (and how odd to have to consider them, it was not usual to need to think of such) against drinking too much of such potent wine. But even the less heady stuff is generally good, and hopefully there will be song and laughter and those who shall make merry to celebrate the season and cause for gathering.

[Everybody feel free to make your own mingling threads; probably specify the time and if it's closed to a specific partner or tag around to people who already have]

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OTA

[the_effect_she_has]

[Katniss stepped out of the woods, looking faintly nervous as she went to join the party. She hadn't, well. She hadn't gone to a party willingly for quite some time - but considering who was throwing it? How could she not?

So she wished up a dress, and some flowers because well... nature., brought only her bow and quiver and all but crept into the party.]

[itisourfight]

"Are you expecting danger?"

Asked by someone else who was just the tiniest bit reluctant to throw herself into the revelry and had thus opted for staying on the sidelines for the moment.

Tauriel was still looking rather... martial, even if she had opted for not carrying any weapons for the evening. Even so, her clothes carried the feel of a uniform about them, though the look of it all was rather considerably softened by the abundance of flowers braided into her auburn hair.

[the_effect_she_has]

"I'm always expecting danger."

Katniss tilted her head towards the other young woman ... no, wait. Not woman. Well, not entirely just a woman. An elven woman, by her eyes and her ears. That was much more of a uniform than what Katniss herself wore.

[itisourfight]

An elven woman, yes, but indeed young. Not compared to Katniss, perhaps, but certainly by the standards of her own people.

"That is wise, though one might want to consider the message it sends to one's host if one appears at a party armed."

Her tone was gently teasing, and the comment quite obviously spoken in jest.

[the_effect_she_has]

Katniss tilted her head, curious, because she had never seen an auburn haired elf. She shrugged her shoulders, one wry smile touched her face. "I know most of the people throwing this party ... they would have thought it odd if I hadn't come armed."

[itisourfight]

Tauriel gave Katniss a smile in return, nodding a little as if to say 'fair enough'.

"If they call you friend, then I shall as well. I am Tauriel."

[the_effect_she_has]

She nodded her head in kind, offering a brief, small smile.

"I am Katniss." She nodded towards the others - her tone curious. "Have you known them, well, as long as they've been around?"

OTA and one for dad

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[Thranduil]

What was that? Your hair was fine? No no, it really wasn't. It was lacking a beautiful fresh flower crown. And so Legolas had taken it upon himself to fix that. He had spent most of the day finding the most beautifully bloomed of flowers and weaving them into a crown fit for a king. Perhaps he over did it. A little. Only a little. He made sure that there were no empty spaces between flowers and if he found one when he placed it on Thranduil's head, he quickly plucked a new flower to fill the space.

He was very pleased with himself for it, honestly. And he'd made sure not to leave any noticeably empty spaces in the garden as he'd hunted. To him, the crown looked perfect.

[OTA - during the party]

Legolas is used to the celebrations of elves. Especially those in Mirkwood. This isn't Mirkwood though and there are people from the castle in need of enjoyment! All night he would be moving from place to place, always with a laugh or a smile.

At times he might be found singing cheerful songs in Sindarin. Or he might be dancing, on cleared tables or on the ground, where ever he felts like dancing really. Sometimes he might grab someone and dance with them.

And throughout the night he certainly takes the chance to enjoy the Dorwinion wine. He might sometimes be found with a glass in hand.

[wishmadeinfire]

<sub>[ Despite having been friends with Galadriel and Legolas for some time (the former longer than the later), Ashura had never been to a proper elvish party. It was promised to be an experience, of course. Why should it not be?

He dressed himself in bright colors of red, gold, and white, his dark hair left loose and threaded with live, white buds and golden knots, his ears glistening with rubies, eyes rimmed with red. He was a representative of his people here in Paradisa, and ever now and then he liked to show off their tastes - male and female alike, a precarious balance for him given his narrow stature.

He caught Legolas after one of his dances, passing him a cup of said Dorwinion wine. ]</sub>

Proper reward for a wonderful dance, my friend.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[Legolas wasn't dressed nearly as nicely but he wasn't a figure of authority. He was simply there and enjoying the festivities, nearby his king if he should need anything. Thus far though, the castle hadn't seen fit to toy with any of them and ruin their fun which was fine with him.

He gratefully accepts the cup and takes a sip, sighing softly.]

You have my thanks. Though doubtless I will be dancing again soon.

[wishmadeinfire]

Better then to replenish your energy now! I would hate for you to falter in your steps.

_{[ He beamed at him, drawing him to the side to be out of the way of other dancers that came after him. ]}

You did look lovely out there, Legolas. I was very impressed.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[Legolas shook his head but laughed brightly, letting himself be pulled to the side. He watched others move to take his place and found a seat to enjoy the wine and company.]

I have had many years of practice, I should hope that you were~ Although it would take much more than that to make me falter.

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ Ashura sat with him and chuckled, taking up his own glass of wine. ]}

Oh? It almost sounds a challenge. I admit, I have never seen the like of your dancing before. It is quite different from that of my own people. I can only imagine the amount of grace and balance you need. Do all elves have such traits?

OTA - If your character wants a break from the festivies

[firethroat]

A good distance away, Firethroat watches the party from the forest. She can see a number of familiar faces, as well as a few new ones. The dragon does not approach though. First of all, she is not exactly the most social of dragons. Hundreds of years with very little company had made her even less so. Second, well, it would be a bad idea to spook a company of humans and elves. Firethroat might not be killable as far as she is concerned, but she would rather not deal with a dragon hunt here, thank you very much.

So she simply watches, reminiscing of old times when dragons would throw parties and drink fire wine together. How long it has been...

However, if anyone approaches, she would not be remiss to talk to them. Or scare them off, depending on how they approach her.

How can he resist?

[tylendel]

The first glimpse of her had garnered his curiosity. After trying some of the wine - liquid courage - he slowly approached her, carefully laying his sword at her feet. His smile was warm and welcoming as he brought a hand to his chest, giving her a proper bow at the waist.

"Greetings, lady." he could sense the surface of her thoughts, which were decidedly feminine. She was an intelligent creature - not unlike a Companion.

"Are you enjoying the festivities?"

She is rather irresistible

[firethroat]

Firethroat stiffens at the human's approach at first, especially when she sees that he is armed. She watches warily as he places the sword down, cautious despite his warm smile. Smiles could be deceiving after all, and she knew well that humans were among the best at deceiving both others and their own kind. However, he has been polite and respectful thus far, and so she is willing to grant him an audience for now.

"Good evening." She inclines her head slightly, the closest you would get to a nod from her.

"I cannot say I have one way or another, though not due to any lack in the elves' skills in merrymaking. Personally I have not partaken in festivities, other than to watch."

Of course she is.

[tylendel]

He had no intention of frightening her, which was why he kept his sword in clear view as he laid it on the ground. Then he stepped back from the weapon and held up his hands. While he was a Mage - and could do more damage with his powers than with a sword - he wasn't going to use them either.

"Is there anything I can get you to make your time happier?" he gave her a warm, encouraging smile, "It would be a shame for you to miss out. I'm Tylendel Frelennye, by the way."

OTA

[inafadingcrown]

Galadriel may not be a woodelf, but that doesn't mean that she's completely out of her depth at one of their parties. She can- and does- make-merry with the best of them.

As the night goes on, she laughs often and easily and her voice is frequently raised in song. On rare occasions, she may even rise to dance, her bare feet moving lightly and gracefully across the lawn and her long golden hair flowing about her as she spins. If you're lucky (or unlucky, depending on your perspective), she may even take your hands and encourage you to join her.

OTA

[firethroat]

Now there is a familiar voice. Firethroat is not about to crash the party just to say hello; that would probably be perceived as aggressive. However, she does take note of the elf's presence and keeps an watchful eye on her.

As Galadriel starts to sing, the dragon sings a song in return. It is in the dragon tongue, deep and somewhat rumbling, but beautiful in its own way. She's far enough away that human ears might not hear it, but elf ears are far more keen than that.

[inafadingcrown]

Galadriel does hear the song and it's enough to make her seek out the source. With the final notes of her own tune still hanging in the air, she slips away from the party and follows her ears.

She stops some distance away from Firethroat, leaning against a tree and listening quietly.

[firethroat]

Firethroat notices the elf's approach but does not react. Instead she continues singing of wind over mountain and trees until the final chorus is done. At last she closes her mouth, letting the night's sounds overtake the silence left over from her song. She waits to see if the elf will announce herself.

[inafadingcrown]

And she does, after a moment.

"You have a beautiful voice." It was strange, to hear a dragon sing. Strange to see something so peaceful come from a form which she associated with destruction.

[firethroat]

It is only after Galadriel speaks that Firethroat turns her head towards the lady. There is a certain calm, almost laziness to her actions. Someone does not want to be wrongly perceived by the other party goers... some of which she has noticed are armed.

"As do you, Galadriel. I thank you for the compliment though. It has been a long while since I have used my voice for song." Meaning she might be a bit rusty in this area.

OTA

[itisourfight]

Tauriel is perhaps not entirely in the mood for a feast, something that is reflected in her somewhat somber choice of clothes. Her attire has a somewhat military feel to it, even if she is neither wearing armor nor weapons, and it is all in the same dark greens and browns as the clothes she wears afield when attending to her duties as Captain of Thranduil's guard.

In her hair, however, an abundance of flowers has been woven into the long tresses, so in that way at least there is still a festive look about her.

She is staying on the sidelines to begin with, but it would not be too hard to coax her into joining the fun if one cared to try. She will not be unfriendly to anyone approaching, and she doesn't exactly look as if she doesn't want company. It's just that she cannot quite make herself relax.

OTA

[tylendel]

(Tylendel is smiling delightedly as he steps, carefully, between the trees. He is dressed handsomely in tans and browns with a sword sheathed against his hip. In contrast to his careful attire, his golden curls are wild and free, brushing against his cheeks.)

Beautiful. (He breathes, his brown eyes twinkling.)