[Daisy Sandybanks]

The tangy smell of cooked meats and sweet Ale drifts past a weary, wandering Hobbit’s
nose, as she comes to the top of a grassy knoll. Shading her eyes from the bright sun, the fury-footed Hobbit, Daisy, gasps at the immense sight before her. Hundreds apon
hundreds of Middle Earth creatures (some of which she had never laid eye’s apon before)
are spred out amoung various tables and tents. Daisy had heard rumors of a party in this area, but had never taken the time to ponder the emense size of what it would be.
Smiling to herself and picking up the bottom of her frilly skirt, she hurries down the
small hill to join the others in this seemingly excited gathering of creatures. Bright eyed and now bursting with curiosity, Daisy makes her way through the bustling crowd.
Finding, to her great surprise and delight, many familiar faces amoungst all the strangers, she begins to relax a bit, helping herself to a cool mug of ale. Feeling a bit exhausted from all the excitment, Daisy finds a nearby tree to rest apon. Sitting down at the base,
and leaning up against the rough surface of its trunk, she sets her mug of ale besides her in the grass, and finds a comfortable position to rest in.
Closing her eyes, she quietly listens to the soft murmur of nearby voices, and falls into a dream-like state, mumbling to herself, “yes.......yes, I quite like it here...” before nodding off into a deep, peaceful sleep.