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mark12_30 · 03-04-2003, 05:34 AM

Cautiously, Frodo Baggins edged over to the children's table til he stood behind Elanor. He need not have worried; all the children saw him come, and would not have dared aim at him. Elanor saw the children staring and turned to see who it was.

"Oh, Mr. Frodo, sir..." she said, horrified thta he was there to witness the condition of her dress.

"If you're going to laugh, " Frodo said seriously, "then you must anticipate the consequences. Surely you see the wisdom in that?"

Elanor hung her head and blushed crimson.

"Therefore, " Frodo counselled her further with great seriousness, "You must think ahead, anticipate your adversary's response, and form a defense against it, before he has a chance to act. Strategy is very important. You must have a plan."

Elanor's eyes grew wide, and she looked back up at Mr. Frodo again. She was aware that pudding was flying in several directions, but since no-one dared hit her with Frodo right there, she had a moment extra to think. And so she carefully grasped her glass of apple cider, and then thoughtfully reached far over and-- since it was full still-- helped herself to Piosenniel's cider as well. Pio shot her an indignant glance, but Elanor stood, and faced Frodo-lad.

Piosenniel's cider washed over Frodo-lad's face, and he spluttered indignantly (although it did help rinse away some of his pudding.) In one smooth motion, Elanor put Piosenniel's glass down, and picked up her plate. She managed to grasp it by the edge and hold it up rather like a shield, and still have one hand free for her own glass of cider. So when Frodo-lad's cider came flying at her, she deflected the lion's share of it with the plate, and then launched another volley at him.

She heard Mr. Frodo's satisfied chuckle behind her, and felt immensely pleased with herself-- until Piosenniel avenged her glass of cider by grinding several gooey brownies into her hair.

"Sometimes hidden alliances are formed, and action against one may bring claims of grievance or acts of retribution from one previously considered neutral, " Frodo intoned solemnly.

"Grievance? Retribution? She stole my cider!" Pio exclaimed, in a tone of injured dignity.

Laughing, Frodo danced out of the way of a cookie aimed at his head. Mind your temper, my Lady Piosenniel, Frodo thought.

Just you wait! Piosenniel shook a cookie at him. Frodo withdrew into the company of adults again, and continued his interrupted conversation.

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03-04-2003, 05:34 AM	#103
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	Cautiously, Frodo Baggins edged over to the children's table til he stood behind Elanor. He need not have worried; all the children saw him come, and would not have dared aim at him. Elanor saw the children staring and turned to see who it was. "Oh, Mr. Frodo, sir..." she said, horrified thta he was there to witness the condition of her dress. "If you're going to laugh, " Frodo said seriously, "then you must anticipate the consequences. Surely you see the wisdom in that?" Elanor hung her head and blushed crimson. "Therefore, " Frodo counselled her further with great seriousness, "You must think ahead, anticipate your adversary's response, and form a defense against it, before he has a chance to act. Strategy is very important. You must have a plan." Elanor's eyes grew wide, and she looked back up at Mr. Frodo again. She was aware that pudding was flying in several directions, but since no-one dared hit her with Frodo right there, she had a moment extra to think. And so she carefully grasped her glass of apple cider, and then thoughtfully reached far over and-- since it was full still-- helped herself to Piosenniel's cider as well. Pio shot her an indignant glance, but Elanor stood, and faced Frodo-lad. Piosenniel's cider washed over Frodo-lad's face, and he spluttered indignantly (although it did help rinse away some of his pudding.) In one smooth motion, Elanor put Piosenniel's glass down, and picked up her plate. She managed to grasp it by the edge and hold it up rather like a shield, and still have one hand free for her own glass of cider. So when Frodo-lad's cider came flying at her, she deflected the lion's share of it with the plate, and then launched another volley at him. She heard Mr. Frodo's satisfied chuckle behind her, and felt immensely pleased with herself-- until Piosenniel avenged her glass of cider by grinding several gooey brownies into her hair. "Sometimes hidden alliances are formed, and action against one may bring claims of grievance or acts of retribution from one previously considered neutral, " Frodo intoned solemnly. "Grievance? Retribution? She stole my cider!" Pio exclaimed, in a tone of injured dignity. Laughing, Frodo danced out of the way of a cookie aimed at his head. Mind your temper, my Lady Piosenniel, Frodo thought. Just you wait! Piosenniel shook a cookie at him. Frodo withdrew into the company of adults again, and continued his interrupted conversation. [ March 04, 2003: Message edited by: mark12_30 ] __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.