[Azaelia of Willowbottom]

The young hobbit entered the Green Dragon quitely. She did not wish to draw very much attention to herself yet. She was small and slightly built. She was also very young. She was not of age yet, and wouldn't be for five or so more years. Even though she was getting closer to adulthood, she kept a childlike innocence about her. Her green eyes had the sparkle of one who has not seen the horrors of the world (how could she, living in the Shire all her life?) Her curly cinnamon hair was pulled back from her face and held at the back of her head with a metal clip that was at once simple and intricate.

She looked around. Everywhere, people were engaged in conversation. Suddenly, she was very uncomfortable being the only one standing alone in the middle of the room.
She looked to a nearby table. Someone who looked to be an elf, and a hobbit, and one other (Aeryn, though the girl didn't know her yet) were talking there. Should I or shouldn't I? she asked herself. I think I will.
She hesitantly walked over to the table.
"Hullo. I am Azaelia. I was wondering, if you would not mind, if I might join you. May I?" She asked nervously. "I did not like being alone, and you looked friendly enough." Her brow furrowed nervously. "Please?"