[Beruthiel]

Tinuialwen had been fast asleep on the couch when and enourmous explosion jolted her out of it. The fireworks had rocketed up to the ceiling and burst into different colours followed by a few laughs from the crowd below.

Tin rubbed her eyes and got up. The party was getting even more lively but Tin still hadn't had a dance yet. She walked over to the bar where lots of elves and hobbits alike were knocking back drinks. The bar keeper walked over to her and asked what she wanted and looking up and down the bar she replied, 'A vodka thanks'

The bar keeper poured her a glass and Tin first took a small sip and then, before she had even set the glass back down, she took a big gulp and began to laugh for absolutely no reason. (Tin really isn't used to alcohol [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img])