[Orominuialwen]

A rather short, plump tweenaged girl approached the Barrow. She looked very much like a Hobbit, and was often told so, but the lack of hair on her feet proclaimed that she was most definitely human. She had a large black case holding an instrument of some sort strapped to her back, and was holding a dish covered in a checkered dish towel. With her was a tweenaged boy, her little brother. He appeared to be much her junior (for she looked rather older than she was), but in fact they were only three years apart. He carried a large pot of something from which the unmistakable smell of mushrooms escaped, and the two talked excitedly as they walked. A black warg followed at some distance behind, looking as if it did not really want to be seen in public with the two youngsters. Upon closer examination, the warg appeared to have a pair of shadowy wings on its back, but it was difficult to tell in the dim light.

"I hope Saucepan Man will bring his band again this year," the girl said, "I heard they were great last year."

"It's too bad we couldn't come then," her brother replied. "I just hope this party will be as fun as everyone said last year's was."

"Just so long as you promise not to spend the whole time sitting in a corner reading a book, like you do at every other party we go to."

"Hey! I resent that!"

The two reached the sinister looking door to the Barrow and went inside. The warg waited a bit, and then followed them inside, so as to look like he had come separately. The two siblings stopped first at the name tag table. The girl grabbed a pen and a tag, then hesitated over what to write.

"What should I put?" she wondered to herself. Finally, she settled on a translation of a translation of her name, and printed "Alassë" in rather girlish handwriting. Underneath, in smaller letters, she wrote "Oromin" and "Lady Harriet", so as not to confuse those who knew her by other names.

"Do you want me to write yours, too?" she asked her brother, "At least that way people will be able to read it!"

"I resent that too!" he said as he scrawled "High King Fingolfin" in handwriting that somewhat resembled heiroglyphics. Underneath, he wrote in parentheses "Not HKF!"

"Come on, we'd better put down all this food before it gets cold," Alassë/Oromin told her brother, and the two headed towards the food table.