[*Varda*]

Ignoring the cheering, the hobbit walked bashfully up the red carpet, turning pink.

“All these people...” Poppy Took murmured to herself, “and not a hobbit in sight yet.” Drifting into a reverie over attending such a glamourous party, she was abruptly stopped by an orc, who appeared to be security.

“Weapons?” he asked.

“Does it look like I could be hiding any weapons?” as Poppy turned round in her blue silky dress, conveniently covering her bare feet. The orc merely grunted and waved her on in.

Once inside, Poppy admired the work the decorators had done. The place was still rather quiet, but slowly filling up.

“Good ale, good food…this will be a party to remember!” although she felt that it would have to be a party of some magnificence to top Bilbo’s, and his strange disappearing act. She sat herself down at a table, and cast her gaze around the room to find someone she recognised.