morning
When I awoke the next morning...
I just knew this would come up again some day. I knew it. I knew that I would never live it down, and it has followed me for years now. I tried to forget about it, I tried to live it down. No. It was bound to come out again.
At least it started out fun. We had a great time: wine, song... dancing. I think there was a party involved on the sixth level. Somewhere around midnight, the whole party kicked into high gear, there were people swinging from the rafters, dancing on tables, more wine..
By the time the moon was rising in the far east, suggestions were being made. They involved a 'game of cards', discarding a piece of clothing for each hand lost and more wine.
I can blame it on the wine, because never had I had so much to drink. Ever in my life. I was surprised I survived the evening, but we had won! We survived, Minas Tirith still stood. The lands were free, all was well. As it ended victoriously, of course we would celebrate. It was a natural resolution to our weeks upon weeks of fighting.
By the time the moon was setting in the far west, certain warriors of Gondor had not won very many times at this new 'card game'.
And when I got home, (do not ask me how), my clothes had long since vanished. Which was not a problem at all, as I had fallen asleep in my chambers, in my bed. If only that were true. No my friends the sad truth of the matter was not so easily realized.
Because when I awoke the next morning... I was in the throne room.
Boromir of Gondor
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I just knew this would come up again some day. I knew it. I knew that I would never live it down, and it has followed me for years now. I tried to forget about it, I tried to live it down. No. It was bound to come out again.
At least it started out fun. We had a great time: wine, song... dancing. I think there was a party involved on the sixth level. Somewhere around midnight, the whole party kicked into high gear, there were people swinging from the rafters, dancing on tables, more wine..
By the time the moon was rising in the far east, suggestions were being made. They involved a 'game of cards', discarding a piece of clothing for each hand lost and more wine.
I can blame it on the wine, because never had I had so much to drink. Ever in my life. I was surprised I survived the evening, but we had won! We survived, Minas Tirith still stood. The lands were free, all was well. As it ended victoriously, of course we would celebrate. It was a natural resolution to our weeks upon weeks of fighting.
By the time the moon was setting in the far west, certain warriors of Gondor had not won very many times at this new 'card game'.
And when I got home, (do not ask me how), my clothes had long since vanished. Which was not a problem at all, as I had fallen asleep in my chambers, in my bed. If only that were true. No my friends the sad truth of the matter was not so easily realized.
Because when I awoke the next morning... I was in the throne room.
Boromir of Gondor
Words: 302