[Nurumaiel]

The door opened and Firramer of Rohan walked in. He cast an appraising eye over the room. Some people seemed to be quite drunk, others still in their proper senses. Everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time. He wouldn't have a good time until he found Nurumaiel.

Walking forward, he stopped in front of one of the food tables, looking up and down it, trying to decide if he really needed to eat or not. The food could make a man feel as though he were starving and had to eat.

"Firramer, over here!" a voice below him said, and a hand grabbed his foot, pulling on it. Surprised and puzzled, he crouched down and lifted the tablecloth, then grinned in merriment when he saw Nuru's sparkling blue eyes looking into his.

"Rie and Alasse," said Nuru quickly. "We're hiding from reporters." She scrambled out from under the table, gesturing for the others to stay there. "Rie and I are looking for a hobbit girl. I think Alasse might be a bit bored with it all, though... Well, I don't know, but I think she'd much rather dance?"

"Ah, I see." Firramer took one of Nuru's hands in his. "I'd much rather dance with - "

"Just because I'm an old friend and you're a shy, clumsy man of Rohan," Nuru laughed. Bending down, she pulled Alasse out from underneath the table.

Taking a deep breath to overcome his shyness, Firramer held out his hand and smiled charmingly at Alasse. "Would you care for a dance, m'lady?"