New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
Finrod: Old man!
Andreth: Woman!
Finrod: Old Woman, sorry. Would you tell me of the swift passing of your people?
Andreth: I'm forty-nine.
Finrod: What?
Andreth: I'm forty-nine - I'm not old!
Finrod: Well, I can't just call you `Woman'.
Andreth: Well, you could say `Andreth'.
Finrod: Well, I didn't know you were called `Andreth.'
Andreth: Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?
Finrod: I did say sorry about the ‘old man,' but really I meant it in terms of your race and not -
Andreth: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior!
Finrod: Well, look some Elves might, but...
Andreth: Oh Elves, eh, very high and mighty. Calling us ‘children’ and all. Lording your immortality over us, and them Valar who can’t even deign to show up -
Morwen: Andreth, there's some lovely cows down here. Oh - how d'you do?
Finrod: How do you do, good lady. I am Finrod, king of Dorthonion. Would you tell me-
Morwen: King of what?
Finrod: Dorthonion
Morwen: Where is Dorthonion?
Finrod: Well, it is here. We're all in Dorthonion and I am your king.
Morwen: I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an fiefdom under the head of our houses.
Andreth: You're fooling yourself. We're living in darkness. An imposed mortality brought on by-
Morwen: Oh there you go, bringing mortality into it again.
Andreth: That's what it's all about! If only people would--
Finrod: Please, please good people. I am in haste. What can you tell me of the swift passing of your lives?
Morwen: You’ve got it wrong, we’re rather long-lived here.
Finrod: But you die within a hundred years!
Morwen: That’s ‘cause the Dark Lord.
Finrod: What?
Andreth: I told you. We were originally immortal but death was imposed upon us.
Finrod: What?!
Andreth: Back when we did what is no longer remembered in the darkness we thought we left behind us.
Finrod: No, that can’t be right.
Andreth: Our very natures marred by the Lord of this World.
Finrod: Be quiet!
Andreth: By he whom you call Morgoth.
Finrod: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
Morwen: Order, eh -- who does he think he is?
Finrod: I am your king!
Morwen: Well, I didn't vote for you.
Finrod: You don't vote for kings.
Morwen: Well, 'ow did you become king then?
Finrod: Ulmo, Lord of Waters, as I slept beside the fens of Sirion, sent to me in a dream a warning to build a realm to be a place of refuge for when the northern kingdoms fall and are brought to ruin. That is why I am king.
Andreth: Listen - strange demigods lying in ponds distributing dreams is no basis for a system of government. We know you derive your kingship from your immortality, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Finrod: Be quiet!
Andreth: Look, you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart gave you a wet dream!
Finrod: Shut up!
Andreth: I mean, if I went around sayin' I was an empress just because some water nymph got me all moist, they’d put me away!
Finrod: Shut up! Will you shut up!
Andreth: Ah, now we see the arrogance inherent in the Elves.
Finrod: Shut up!
Andreth: Oh! Come and see the arrogance inherent in the Elves! HELP! HELP! I'm being Elfsplained!
Finrod: Bloody mortal!
Andreth: Oh, what a give away. Did you here that, did you here that, eh? That's what I'm on about -- did you see him Elfsplaining me?
I make no apologies.