[Formendacil]

Unfortunately for Formendacil's predatory instincts, either nobody caught his loaded reference to Legolas' hair, or else no one wanted to bite.

As it appeared that his explanation of non-winged Bombadils (now there's a question, he thought. If Tom has a last name, does that mean there are other Bombadils? He filed that away for future reference).

It was getting late. Almost his bedtime. Not that a distinguished man such as he could not stay up all night, but the party was winding down a bit, and he was rather tired- and full!- and it seemed most sensible to find a quiet corner of the barrow and fall asleep.

Unfortunately, between snoring and what partying was still going on, it was a bit difficult to find a quiet corner. Eventually, he settled on a large, well-ventilated broom closet. After a bit of judicious de-brooming, and the removal of all shelves and cleaning ingredients, he moved in the for night, hanging his sword, suit-jacket, and vest on the hooks ordinarily occuped by brooms, and then took his nighttime insulin, before curling up in his neon-green cloak, and promptly fell asleep.

"Night all," he mumbled to the closet as he fell asleep. Best of all, there was no alarm to wait for in the morning.

Hmm, he hoped breakfast would be as good as lunch/dinner/supper/assorted snacks had been that day.