[Arafangwen]

Arafangwen nervously walked to the rear stage entrance.

"What is your buisness?" asked a particularly mean looking orc.

"I'm to present an award tonight, my name is Arafangwen." she said as calmly as she could, she had never been confronted by an orc before.

"I see you're on the list, go on in." he said with a grunt.

Arafangwen walked up the stairs and through the seemingly endless hallway until she finaly reached the crowd waiting in the wings.

"I'm ready to present my award now." she said timidly to Mithadan. He nodded, so she decided that it meant yes and proceded to smooth her dress and walk out onto the overwhelmingly large stage.

"Hello Barrow Downers!" she said with mirth in her voice.
"Hello!" came the responce from a third of the crowd or so, the rest were sure to be asleep.

"Tonight I have a very special award to present." she said trying not to sound to silly, she had never spoken on stage before and was so nervous that she was almost giggling.

"No adue will be made as I'm no good at that sort of stuff anyways. So, The Wierdest Taste Award for Adoration of Denethor and Wormtongue goes to, drumroll please!" she said with a smile, wanting the anticipation to grow.

"Meela!" she announced with a smile as polka music started plating in the background, the crowd erupted with cheers and whoops, even though the award was a strange one.

"Unfortunatly, she couldn't be here, so here to accept this award for her is, Denethor!" she cried out once more, happy that she hadn't made a fool of herself as Denethor ran up to the stage to accept the award and dash off with a smile. Smiling, Arafangwen walked off the stage and back into the wings, then proceded to return to her seat by Firondoiel and LinGalad with a sigh of relife.