Oh, dear, Cami had a splitting headache. She had a vague memory of working all morning to arm the sea-hobbits against the attacks of Sauron. She had another vague memory of sitting under the tree and drinking way too much. How could she be doing two things at once? But that's how it seemed at the Downs. One moment an honored heroine, and the next a tipsy hobbit lass. Such is life!
She decided to pull herself together. And then she had a terrible temptation. She knew she really shouldn't do this. After all, they were trying to make things more respectable at the Downs. And what she was thinking was not respectable. But she couldn't resist.
She took up two pieces of lovely ripe fruit and hurtled them through the air. She aimed one at Gamba, the scamp who hadn't done his journal entries, and the other at the fair Lasseil. Ker-plop! And then, in her loudest small hobbit voice, she called out:Foodfight! She made sure to say it in Westron and Sindarin as well. She even added in Quenya for good measure.
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