After the returning to Edoras since the deaths of the treacherous Saruman and his former minion Wormtongue, everyone gathered in the Golden Hall and Eowyn bowed while presenting her uncle a cup.
"Tonight we remember those who gave their blood to defend this country. Hail the victorious dead," Theoden announced.
"Hail!" everyone shouted holding out their mugs and drank.
People began celebrating the victory at Helm's Deep as they were eating, drinking, and talking amongst one another.
"Are you sure that this is the right time to celebrate?" Alan asked.
"At least it gives people the chance to relax and to take their mind off the war. Perhaps some peace and quiet would do," Wesley replied.
The V.S.S.E. agents noticed the elf and dwarf were about to play some sort of game.
"No pauses. No spills," Eomer gave Legolas a mug.
"And no regurgitation," said Gimli.
"So it's a drinking game?" Legolas asked.
"Last one standing wins," the dwarf chuckled.
"Mind if we join?" Wesley asked.
"Of course not, the more the merrier," Gimli spoke with fun.
"What'll we drink to? Let's drink to victory! To victory!" some of the men said.
The men and dwarf began drinking while Legolas remained wary.
The drinking progressed as Alan, Wesley, Legolas, and Gimli drank beer one mug after another.
"Here, here. It's the Dwarves that go swimming with little, hairy women," the dwarf muttered and burped.
"I feel something. A slight tingle in my fingers. I think it's affecting me," Legolas muttered.
"I can't take much more of this," said Alan.
"What did I say? He can't hold his liquor," Gimli spoke in a drunk tone before fell backwards onto the floor passed out.
"Game over," Legolas muttered.
Later, Eowyn approached Wesley giving him a cup of wine, "Westu, Wesley, hal."
"No thank you, my lady. I think I've drank too much," Wesley politely declined.
Merry and Pippin sang and dance simultaneously at a table entertaining the men. Merry accidentally kicked a mug on a Rohan captain pissing him off for seconds, nevertheless the man enjoyed the hobbits singing and dancing.
"Oh. You can search far and wide.
You can drink the whole town dry.
But you'll never find a beer so brown.
As the one we drink in our hometown.
You can drink your fancy ales.
You can drink 'em by the flagon.
But the only brew for the brave and true."
Pippin paused as he saw Gandalf looking at him.
"Pippin!" Merry got his friend back on track.
"But the only brew for the brave and true.
Comes from The Green Dragon."
The hobbits finished their song and tapped their mugs then drank. There was applause from the men including Wesley.
"Thank you! I win!" said Merry.
"I've never seen hobbits pulling out a show like this," Alan commented.
"I guess hobbits live their merry lives," Wesley agreed.
Aragorn approached Gandalf. "No news of Frodo?" the Dunedain asked.
"No word. Nothing," the wizard replied.
"We have time. Every day, Frodo moves closer to Mordor."
"Do we know that?"
"What does your heart tell you?"
"That Frodo is alive. Yes. Yes, he's alive."