The Barrow-Downs' Third Birthday Party and Downie Awards

[Annunfuiniel]

Annun couldn't quite follow what Alaklondewen was talking about. 'Turin needs therapy? Well, who doesn't?', rang in her head. Alak ordered a new drink but Annun felt she'd better head for the buffet or the paramedics would soon be needed again; she hadn't eaten since her arrival and that combined with the excessive amount of liquor she had taken... Well, everyone knows that math!

Annun left the bar and headed for the buffet. She didn't get far though when a horrifying sight knocked her out of breath. "A dragon!" she screamed. How was that possible? She blinked her eyes but the Worm was still there. 'I'm not that drunk', she reasoned. 'It has to be real!'

Annun backed away from the beast (and of course didn't pay any attention to the fact that the named beast was having small-talk with Mithadan and co.), took her skirts and dashed to the opposite direction. She didn't see if she run over some hobbits or not as she made to the door, pulled it open and rushed in.

Considering the shock and the shattered sugar-balance of Annun's blood it was no wonder that the only sound coming from the cleaning closet (where she had rushed in panic) was a quiet snore...