A Festive Occasion Among Friends and Others: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

[bingo_bolger_baggins]

So Elanorelle and I brought the first course out while being regaled with an accounting by a very ebullient Celly of her time with Feanor in the smithy--it's quite nice to see her so bubbly. We hobbits were just about to toast and start in on our own when Feanor joined us, shortly followed by his grandson Celebrimbor, who I haven't even gotten a chance to greet yet, I'm sorry to say. I see he's having a nice chat with Elanorelle and Folly. I do wish Grandmum were here as Feanor said he would like to meet her.

Anyway, I had gotten up to chop some more salad, and it's a good thing too, I suppose, because we have just been joined by yet another guest, Feanor's son Curufin, who Melba is attending to, and ah, good! There's Uncle Sennie, finally.

I'm sorry, Curufin, I just got distracted looking at this lovely arrangement. And then I had to help fetch in the second course. I am Bingo, Bingo Bolger-Baggins--Bingie is just what close friends sometimes call me. You said you are a Warrior Princess? have many skills, this being quite a fine one. You asked something else.

But one moment, does anyone need more wine?

Comments

[curufinwe.livejournal.com]

*Quenya* It's as if he's trying to pretend he's not Noldor. I've noticed this in his other works. *interrogatory* Why not a ring of Earth, Tyelperinquar? Do share.

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*notes the negative judgemental parental pressure Feanor is putting on Celebrimbor* Some more mushroom pie anyone?

Oh, and we have this wine from the Grey Havens (http://www.gangofpour.com/bree/profiles/havens/merlotop.jpg) . . . it's from the vineyards of hobbits, but made the way the Teleri do--its quite fine. *is well aware of the distracting effect the mention of Teleri should have on Feanor*

[curufinwe.livejournal.com]

Hmmm? Well, it should be decent. Or at least strong, knowing The Third Kindred. Probably not strong enough to sozzle a real elf...

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*pours him a glass* It's bouquet is Elvishly intricate and bold while leaving a lingering sensual hobbitty flavour behind. *hands him the glass* Tell me if you think otherwise.