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?

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[melbatook.livejournal.com]

*shakes her head to shake off the dizzy feeling, and resists urge to look over at Celebrimbor* Yeah. So what do you think about what's been written about your famous family? Gonna write your own take on it some day?

*looks around for Celly* Celly? *motions her to come over, to Curufin* You haven't met Celandine yet. She's a fabulous smith.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_curufin_/]

*small smile* I think history needs another perspective regarding our family. My brother Maglor was the bard of the family, but perhaps those of us who remain and are not wandering around mysteriously will take on that task.

*senses a change in Celebrimbor's mood, wonders if he can angle them toward his son* Another smith? This room certainly has no shortage of talent, does it. Has Celly met my son? *gestures toward Celebrimbor*

[celbrandybuck.livejournal.com]

*smiles at Melba then to Curufin* Hello! I'm Celandine Brandybuck. *extends her hand* It is an honour to meet you. I have indeed met you're famous and talented son. *waves to Celebrimbor*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_curufin_/]

It is my pleasure, Celandine. *takes her hand, smiling* He is quite a craftsman, is he not? And I understand you have met my father already? *is somewhat amused to be identified mostly as his son's father, or alternately as his father's son*

[celbrandybuck.livejournal.com]

*smiles back warmly and openly, having experienced nothing but graciousness from the Noldor* He is legendary for a good reason. Did you instruct him in the arts of the smith, or is your specialty in other arts?

*nods* I have met him. And he was all kindness to me and patient with the prattlings of this aspirant to the craft. *laughs at herself*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_curufin_/]

*is unused to hearing his son praised, finds he rather enjoys it* Celebrimbor showed an inclination for creative work at an early age. He has taken instruction from nearly all of my family--my brothers, my father, and I--at one time or another. We all of us had our specialties. I understand he found evil other mentors after our deaths to continue learning his craft.

Kindness? Patient? That does not sound like Feanor. How fortunate that he was able to converse with a fellow artisan.

[celbrandybuck.livejournal.com]

How wonderful to have such a wealth of teachers!

The fortune was all mine.

*unobtrusively* If you're interested, I could show you my smithy tomorrow as well.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_curufin_/]

And a wealth of perfectionists, I must admit. He would probably say it was a challenging way to grow up.

*smiles* I would very much like to see your smithy.

[celbrandybuck.livejournal.com]

*laughs*

Fabulous! I look forward to showing it to you.

[celebrimborx.livejournal.com]

*nods and smiles at Celandine*

[melbatook.livejournal.com]

*follows Celly's wave, but looks away from him quickly*