[Evisse the Blue]

It had all the makings of a merry meeting, Primula Rose decided, as she stopped in front of the Inn with her husband in tow and looked around. The music was jolly, the faces looking back at her were cheerful and the food was smelling delightful. She was going to love this party.

"We seemed to have dropped quite in the middle of it, so let's enjoy it before it all ends!" she said in a light tone to the man next to her.

The answer she received would have drowned anyone's cheer:

"Humph. Yeah, let's get to where the food is and devour at least twice our weight! Although this will be small price to pay for the long and tiresome journey! And where, of all places! The Shire! Whoever heard of respectable Bree-folk leaving their home to meddle with strangers all the way up in Hobbiton! I should never have come here if it were not for the promise of plentiful food."
"You shall have that, don't worry", Primula Rose answered. "Unless these people are your kind, Dob, you scrape-penny!"

"Well, they are not my kind, and I'm glad of that! What are we doing to a Big Folk wedding anyway? What was the bride's name again? Zimziran? Too fancy a name if you ask me!"

"We are here because we were invited by Vinca, who used to be friends with my mother", Primula Rose answered. She did not remember Vinca very well, save as a distant but kindly figure, but the wording of the invitation was so friendly that she found it difficult to refuse.

Her husband, Dob, meanwhile, was looking around with what he wished was an air of amused contempt. His eyes fell on a hobbit lad leaning against the side of the Inn. He called out to him:

"Hey there! Boy? Is there anyone who can show us to our place at the tables?"

The boy made no move, instead staring at him perplexed.

"Are you, deaf, young lad, or just plain dumb? Answer me, what is your name?"

"Willy", the boy answered, finally recovering from seeing an unfriendly stranger address him like that. "But there is no one to show you to your table, I mean, you have to find your way yourself." He smiled apologetically: "We don't care much for decorum around here, everyone stands where they wish, and for how long they wish as long as they have a good time."

"That's lovely", Primula Rose replied smiling at Willy. "I'm glad to hear that because I don't care much for decorum myself."

"Decorum is just another name for order, my love", Dob replied with a small grimace, "And order is something all hobbit folk can never have too much of. But no matter", he continued. "Thank you, boy. We will sit where we may then."

"Er, if you don't mind, sir, ma'am!" Willy shouted after them as they prepared to move along. "What are your names? I haven't seen you around here."

"That's because we're not from around here. We're Breelanders, and we're the Tunnellys. I'm Dob Tunnelly and this is my wife, Primula Rose Tunelly. She was born and raised in Brandy Hall."

Primula Rose extended a hand:

"I'm pleased to meet you, Willy. Sorry for not introducing ourselves sooner, that was rude of us."

"Oh, that's alright", Willy said. "I hope you enjoy yourselves at the party."