Fellowship of the Beats

“The world is changed… I feel it in the water… I feel it in the earth… I smell it in the air… Much that once was, is lost… For none now live, who remember it… It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of men, who, above all else, desire power. But they were, all of them, deceived, for another Ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a master Ring, to control all others. And into this Ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One Ring to rule them all.”

We arrived at the party early because there was still a little bit of setting up to do. I scrambled around looking for a gluegun to complete my costume. Unfortunately there was no gluegun to be found anywhere. Feeling a little down because of the recent family upset, then some preparty nerves were shaking me up a bit, I actually considered just going home. But that only lasted about 2 minutes. I grabbed Sarah and we chatted in the girls washroom while I hockey taped my costume together. Things started coming together at the hall so it was time to go get dressed up in our costumes.

“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on… when in your heart… you begin to understand… there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep… that have taken hold.”

We made a stop at Mels before going to Thads to get ready. Mel, Sarah and I got ready doing each others makeup and putting ribbons in our hair. Mel was golden white and I was hot red. We arrived to the clubhouse and the party was just beginning. I maneuvered my way around the three rooms, inspecting every corner. I was swishing my cloak around and loved how it felt. I was amazed at how bright the orange fabric I had used for the flames on my suit glowed in the black lights. I was on fire! Along with my flowing silk armbands and my satiny cape, I realized this costume was definitely better than the last I had donned at the star wars party a couple weeks before. And the best part was that I had made it myself.

“Now look here, Sir!”
He turned, facing up to Faramir with all the courage that he could muster.
“Don`t you go taking advantage of my master because his servant`s
no better than a fool.
You`ve spoken very handsome all along, put me off my guard,
talking of Elves and all.
But handsome is as handsome does we say.
Now`s a chance to show your quality.”

The rooms we done in all themes Mordor, Rivendell, and the Shire. The effects were outstanding and the music not only pulled it together, it completed it. I loved floating around from room to room adjusting to the change in vibrations. The dark firey volcano of Mordor erupted heavy drum and bass all under the watchful ominous eye. The mountain shook right through your being with the levels of bass forcing you too move. It was near impossible to be still in this room there for I took it in small doses. The magical mystical Rivendell kept a steady flow of groovy vibes pumping through the forest. The Shire housed some excellent dancers completely lost in the breaks and electro. A large map of Middle Earth adorned the wall and the bar stayed busy the whole night.

Pippin: What`s that?
Merry: This, my friend, is a pint.
Pippin: It comes in pints?
[In low voice]
Pippin: I`m getting one.

Things got really packed and it turned out to be the biggest party yet boasting more than 650 people. There were moments that I actually overheated and had to go cool off outside. I was looking for the chillout room but there didn`t seem to be one anywhere. It was just way to packed to be chillin anywhere. One of my favorite moments was migrating the horrible poster of the Orc pasted up in the girls washroom wall into the boys. It was a group effort and we were laughing so hard we had tears steaming down our faces. Not everyone was dressed up but there were definitely a few including a sneaky golum and an elf or two. Mel made a stunning Lady Galadriel and among the hairy feeted hobbits, I remember hearing the gruff laughter of dwarves.

“I don`t know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.”

I met up with all my old friends and made lots of new. Many people guess that I was in fact the Balrog but they commented that I was not a very scary one. Certainly not how they had envisioned from the books and definitely not resembling the gruesome monster from the movie. I reminded them that things are not always what they seem. Look a little deeper and a little further.

“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.”

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