Wassailing - BBB Style!

BBB is coming to play! (L-R: Neithangwarth, Beorbrand, Carica, Aegthil, Figro, Anarwald, Bluebonnett, Sarasti, and Naethril)

Last night, BBB joined crashed the Green Hills Music Society's Wassail in the Shire! Everyone gathered up so nice and proper-like, and then the BBB rolled in; it was sheer chaos! Aegthil was insulting bobbits, left right and center, and Anarwald was busy trying to steal everyone's pie - you'd think he was part hobbit, himself, at the rate he was going.

Then the wassailing began, and oh! The music! It was lovely - we all traipsed through the shire neighborhoods, and in each one, one of the bands gathered would be set up and waiting to perform a few songs for the crowd. Unfortunately, my scribe decided to avail herself of too much egg nog, and forgot to make note of  what bands performed, so I shall be forced to dock her pay accordingly [Scribe's Note: That would require you to actually pay me in the first place, which I don't believe you ever intended to do!]. 

BBB performed in our kinship neighborhood, Oldfurlong, and what a sight we were! We were all dressed in our fabulous wintery costumes, courtesy of our resident fashionista, Sarasti - all, that is, except Santabrand, who insisted on wearing his own clothing, and Naethril, who donned her own gay apparel, fa la la la la, la la la laaaaaa.  

For our set, we opened with that dueling cowbell extravaganza, BBB Is Coming to Polka, followed by two compositions by our talented composer, Beorbrand, O' Tannenbaum and Christmas Eve & The Morning, then another spectacular BlueCar production, We Wish You a Merry Yulefest, and finished up with yet more threats from our other talented (but not nearly as humble) composer, Aegthil, with BBB Is Coming to Play.  The crowd went wild, of course, and begged us to keep playing, but alas, our time was up!

Last Night's BBB was Bards, Beers, and BAGPIPES!

A rare occurance at a BBB -concert - it's Bluebonnett Merrydo, Piper!

Another Side to Aegthil

That's right, people...Aegthil thinks I'm very kind! Should I be worried now?

Bluebonnett Merrydo, Goat Herder

Say chèvre!

  Moria is a horrible, horrible place. It's dark, it's depressing, and it's an insane network of bridges and stairs that go everywhere and nowhere. To make matters worse, there are goblins lurking around every corner, and apparently, the Locomotive Association of Middle Earth (L.A.M.E) confiscates your ponies at the border, so you have to actually walk everywhere! Have you ever stepped in goblin poo? That crap sticks like a son of a gun!

The only mounts that L.A.M.E approves are goats. GOATS! Smelly, hairy goats! They may be acceptable transportation for dwarves, who don't care how bad they smell, but us hobbits have sensitive noses.   But still...if there's anything that this hobbit hates more than smelly dwarves, it's walking, so that means, giddy-up, kiddo. (Kiddo? Kid? Goat? Get it? I crack myself up!) [Scribe's note: Yes, Blue, we get it. You're not as clever as you think you are.]

So, yes, I now have a goat. I wanted to name him Mister Sprinkles, because, hello, who wouldn't want to call him that, but my scribe insisted that since Mister Sprinkles is a goat, he needed to be named after a goat cheese [S.N.: because I am as clever as I think], so Clochette it is. Plus, she says Mister Sprinkles is a girl, on account of the ribbons wrapped around his horns. I say Pfft, to that, which just makes my scribe laugh, and laugh, because apparently Aegthil says it a lot, so she thinks he's influencing on me.

She better be careful, that scribe of mine, or I'll write a song about her next!

Smile, you're on Candid Camera!

Guess what, people - this rag-tag bunch of uglies (and one well-dressed bobbit in blue!) met the one and only Miss Devonna herself, arbiter of all that are well and fashionably dressed in Middle Earth.  

There we were, hanging out by the statue in Frerin's Court (like any disreputable gang of hooligans), when we heard it - there was a hobbit spinning around and having FUN...without us! Obviously, we couldn't have that, so we mounted up, and dashed off in search of the offending hobbit. Well, I say we, but I really mean Carica, Jocularity (the dwarf, who reminds me a lot of Beorbrand, for some peculiar  reason...) and I - Aegthil just stood around preening. I think he muttered something about sweat causing the dye on his robe to run, but honestly, I try to pay as little attention to him as possible.  

At any rate, imagine our surprise when we found ourselves face to face with arguably the most fashionable hobbit (outside of Carica and I, of course) in Middle Earth! I do believe we overwhelmed her, as it took her several moments before she was able to regain her speech. I was concerned that perhaps she was suffering from a particularly nasty case of shock, on account of the horrifying sight of Aegthil in his robe (I mean, wouldn't you? Just LOOK at it! Wait, no, DON'T look!), but thankfully, she regained her senses, and even obliged us by taking a group photo! 

I just wish dear Beorbrand could have been with us; maybe he would have been able to convince Aegthil to change out of that nasty robe, and put on some pants!

Lord of the Rings Flash Mob

This is entirely too ridiculous to not share - although quite frankly, I don't understand why Carica and myself weren't asked to participate. Surely any flash mob would be improved with a healthy dose of our particular  bobbit beauty, don't you think?  

Happy Birthday, Bilbo!

Last night, the Sons of Numenor kinship hosted a birthday party in Rivendell for dear old Bilbo Baggins! There was music (I cheered especially loudly for the Eriador Music Society, as they're one of my favorite bands-that-isn't-BBB!), and dancing, and fireworks. Oh, were there ever so many fireworks! 1,400 individual rockets, all sent up into the sky one after another, pop-pop-pop! 

I wonder if anyone will ever set off 1,400 fireworks for my birthday!

Video (nearly) Killed the LOTRO Star!

Clearly, Aegthil is afraid of heights - check out that look of utter fear on his face!

That's right, folks, Bluebonnett Merrydo is officially a star! Inspired by my recent foray into the wild world of music videos with the women of Life of Riley, Beorbrand and Aegthil decided that they simply had to take advantage of my status as rising star, and thus, the idea of a video for Bluebonnett's Blues was born!

Folks, being an extra in a music video is nothing like being the featured star! Instead of simply dancing my little hobbit tushie off, I had to sing, dance, play my cowbell, do acrobatic flips, slap a dwarf, and even outrun a crowd of adoring fans! The end result, however was worth all the extra effort, and seems to have ratcheted my quest for stardom up a few notches - I've even started receiving my very own fan mail! [Scribe's note:  I tried telling her that letters addressed to "Occupant" shouldn't count on the fan mail tally, but Blue just stuck her fingers in her ears and started going 'La la la la la - can't heeeeeeeaaaaaaar you!' Cheeky hobbit.] 

Anyway, for your viewing pleasure, it pleases me to present...the Bluebonnett Blues! 

Blogger Friends Against Bullying in Middle-Earth

The hobbit you just called fat? He's skipping Second Breakfast. The dwarf woman you called ugly? She spends hours braiding her beard so you can differentiate her from a dwarf man. The Uruk-Hai you just killed? He's been abused by Saruman. See that Gollum creature with the gangly limbs & large eyes? For 500 years the Ring poisoned his mind. That Elf you just made fun of for crying? He just lost his best friend to a Balrog.

Think before you speak!

[Scribe's note: So, now Blue has me posting facebook forwards? *sigh* Oh, well, it's her blog!]

Bluebonnett Merrydo - Bane of Bears

Apparently, bears don't really like it when you try to politely suggest that they might need a breath mint. As a point of fact, they really don't like it a lot.  But honestly, was it necessary to try and bite my head off, just for suggesting it? No, I don't believe it was. That's okay, though, because I didn't have any breath mints to give him - but I did have my trusty cowbell, and even trustier sword of snappy comebacks, so I fixed this bear's breath problem.  


As in, he now has no breath, stinky or otherwise. Huzzah!

Bluebonnett Merrydo - Music Video Star!

The band even matched my dress - how thoughtful of them!

Well, star might not be the right word to use; I was really more of a featured extra, I suppose. This evening, a message was broadcast summoning people to High King's Crossing in Evendim, to assist the band Life of Riley with a video shoot. I remembered there being an announcement about this at a recent Ales and Tales event, but had, of course, forgotten completely about it. I thought my scribe was supposed to keep track of such things, as part of her duties include managing my fledgling career as a serious artist [*snort*], but she seems to think that it's my own damn fault for not writing it down. Pfft, I say!


Anyway, the video shoot! As you can see from the picture, the crowd was pretty thin. In fact, I was the crowd. Luckily, I've never met a song I couldn't dance to, so I immediately started up my best hobbit dance, and hey presto, Life of Riley dedicated their entire concert to me! Okay, so it was just one song, but still; first I have songs written for me, and now I have concerts being performed in my honor! 


Rulorn seemed to be running the show, and after some considering, she decided to move forward with the video shoot, only, instead of filming a crowd scene as planned, script adjustments were made to showcase a single dancing hobbit, and the band. Now, this won't be the whole video, merely a small portion, but I have to say, it's very exciting! The first thing I did after filming my scene was sign myself up for a youtube account, so that I could subscribe to Life of Riley's youtube feed, where they will post the video once it's complete!

[Scribe's Note: This is certainly not going to help tone down Blue's rapidly expanding ego. *heavy sigh* I blame that troublesome cousin of hers, Singa, because it's all her fault that Blue has become so involved in Landroval's music scene. Without her, Blue would still be running around, in Reasonable Armor, being a productive member of Landroval society, instead of following after Bearded pipers and libertine theorboists.]

A Link for Your Amusement

My scribe tried to convince me that I shouldn't post this link to Women Fighters in Reasonable Armor, because she's afraid some people might think it's a bit sexist [Well it is, Blue - it's objectifying women! That's terrible!], but I know it's all in good fun, and frankly, I think the world needs more kick-butt women, with reasonable armor, mainly because then they're not taking any focus away from me and my fabulous dresses. 


The only problem is, there don't seem to be any hobbits featured, and that is surely a travesty. I'd submit my own stunning photo, but, as I mentioned, I'm much more likely to be found in a flowing gown, rather than some clanky old armor.  I can't tell you how many times I've been mid fight, only to have my opponent stop and ask me who my tailor is. I always respond, "A lady never shares her secrets!", and then I smash them in the face with my cowbell - it's splendid fun!

Barbara Mandrell -- Blue Bonnett Blues

Everyone has the Bluebonnett Blues, it seems - even up-and-coming country artist Barbara Mandrell! [Blue, this video is nearly 40 years old. If anything, she's a came-and-went country artist.] More important, though - I need to know who did that hair! Bluebonnett's Beehive has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

Bluebonnett's Blues, the Musical

What you are about to witness is the illustrious debut of my song, composed by none other than that famous bard of Gondor, Aegthil.  [Scribe's note: Yeah, I've never heard of him before, either.]  He's written several of the songs that we play at our weekly BBB concerts (which of course stands for Bluebonnett's Band, and anyone who says otherwise is just pulling your leg), including several dedicated to various paramours of ol' Aeggie, like Wrenaya, and Khizli. 

 [Uhhhh...are you sure about Khizli?  Of course I'm sure! Why else would he write a song to a smelly old dwarf? Boy, you sure are thick, Scribe! But Blue, Khizli isn't that smelly, and besides, I'm pretty sure I've never seen Aegthil flirt with a dwa- That's exactly why I'm sure of it! Khizli must be his one true love; you just have to trust me on this. Now get back to work!]

Anyway, as I was saying, Aegthil wrote this song especially for me, because he was obviously inspired by my masterful use of the cowbell, and wanted to ensure that we had the perfect song to showcase my belling.  [Scribe's note: I'm sure it had nothing to do with her whinging on about there not being enough cowbell parts in the existing BBB songbook. Nothing whatsoever]

Such masterful work, by all of us! It's just a shame that a particularly poorly behaved elf had to (unsuccessfully) try blocking me with his big, hairy goat, as if it were even possible to squash the power of the mighty cowbell! 

Cowbell 4 LYFE!

[Scribe's note: I really feel that I should mention a few things that Miss Bluebonnett has failed to tell you. First, the video was graciously provided by Irdu from Landroval, who is a friend of Blue's cousins, Singa and Zinga Merrydo. Second, if you are so inclined, you can find the .abc files for The Bluebonnett Blues, as well as all the other wonderful stuff from Aegthil's Fool over here.]

Bluebonnett Merrydo, Blogger!

Finally, after many weeks of careful search, I have at last managed to find a competent assistant! I have watched the interactions between Aegthil and his fool, as well as Beorbrand and his Pet Biographer, and using them as guides, I began the arduous journey to find my own literate companion. I have searched the world over, starting in the Shire (which predictable results - seems other hobbits are much the same as I am, and would rather sing and dance, and eat pie, than sit around with dusty old books), and moving swiftly through Bree (complete waste of time; all I have to show from that adventure is a list of places not to ever visit again and, worse,  I very nearly lost my favorite cowbell to a pick pocket at the Pony!) and then, when I had just about given up hope, someone introduced me to a friend of a friend of a friend, who assured me that they knew just the person for me! Of course I was skeptical, because it's always dodgy to accept help from nonhobbits, but I met with the potential companion, and after some back and forth regarding duties and payment negotiations (apparently, I'm supposed to pay her, which just doesn't make any sense whatsoever, since I'm vastly improving her life, and not the other way around!), I am now able to announce that I am now the proud owner of my very own Hired Scribe!

[Scribe's note: Miss Bluebonnett does not own me; in fact, I pay all her bills. But, as far as hobbits go, she seems to be a bit of a self-involved one, and so, I'll allow her to have her delusions, so long as they keep me entertained.]