[Eowyn Skywalker]

Eowyn Skywalker got rather bored of wandering around the fields rather fast, as she never had liked wandering randomly that greatly. So, as the wind rustled around her, and shadows seemed to grow longer, the shortish, slightly elven human walked back to the main scene of the party, though there was really nothing there for her either.

She carried a droll face as she walked back to the food tables, and nearly fainted, as her garlic pizzas were rather strong sented, as it were. The yong woman took a slice of the pizza, and munched on it, as she oversaw the party from her place at the food tables, not that it did much for her, as she was rather short. "I suppose that 152763 pizzas was a little much," Eowyn Skywalker reflected on her third slice of pizza. She snrked. So what if no one liked garlic pizzas? It reflacted her personality, if nothing else.

After munching down 456 slices of pizza, Eowyn Skywalker decided that it was pointless to resist. She stood up, and screamed, "WE ALL KNOW THAT THERE ARE ORCS, BUT WHERE DO THE LITTLE ORCS COME FROM?! ARE THERE FEMALE ORCS OUT THERE?!" She coughed. "Akk... must.. not... shout... so... loud. Think of the voice box..."

Everyone turned to stare at her. "It was inevitable," she muttered, and screamed again, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BARROW-DOWNS!!!"