Feast

They waited at the outpost, hoping for months. And one by one, the travelers returned to safety and warmth. Merriment and laughter, followed by plans. To see the Sea, to finish a task. To explore what had never before been seen.

Soon... When spring came. For now, there were just these moments.

Plastered on the noticeboards of every dwarven settlement, from Gondamon to Thorin's Hall, are posters, lovingly decorated and stamped with the seal of The Blue Mountains Regiment, inviting all good dwarves and dwarf-friends to the Annual Blue Mountains Yule Revelries.

The menu for this year's banquet at the Annual Blue Mountains Yule Revelries, featuring the finest of local cheeses, meats, and refreshments!

The wedding-feast that followed was filled with the mirth and laughter of many friends and comrades, and at least one father and daughter.
 

The merry fellowship of dwarves and men finally met this journey's end in the deep halls of Erebor, and after a wondrous tour over many a stair and stone, a feast awaited for the long-legged guests in the Hall Under the Mountain.

Much drink and cheer were shared as new and old friendships blossomed and prospered, and the clash of so distant cultures led to many a heartfelt laugh and woken interest between the different folks.

With all our guests retired to their accommodations, those still standing after a night of dancing and drinking have free rein of whatever's left in the kegs. 

One binge-drinking later, our cleaners stumble across two broken tables, sticky puddles of ale and scraps of food, and a mountain of dwarves all passed out on the floors of the tavern. The signs of what must've been a truly successful dwarven Yule.

With everyone downing as much ale, mead, and imported wine as they please, the Yuletide merriment is in full swing and many take to the dance floor.

Finishing her duties outside, Nistrid checks in with the barkeepers, only to find that they had already gone through over a third of the casks -- and the party only just started!