[Airehiriel]

Airehiriel had started to doze in the back of the hall, but when she heard the award for Meela she jumped up and clapped with joy. She'd known Meela for a few months, and knew that no one could escape her love of Grima and Denethor. She was so excited for her friend, she jumped up and down clapping with a broad smile on her face. Unfortunately, on her last jump, she didn't land correctly on her heels, and fell over.
She looked around making sure no one had seen that embarrasing display.

"Stupid shoes!" she said to herself. Then she took both of them off, and threw them out an open door.

"Much better." she thought. Just then an Orc walked in rubbing it's head and carrying one of her shoes. Her eyes widened with fear. She slide down the wall, and covered up her feet with her dress.

The Orc looked at her. "Is this yours?" He asked with a snarl.

A fake look of shock appeared on her face. She shook her head no.

"I think it came from over there." She said, waving in no specific direction. "I saw it fly by a minute ago."

The Orc took one look at the assembled crowd, growled and shrugged his shoulders. When he went out through the door, Airehiriel breathed a sigh of relief.

"That was close! What a clutz." She said as she settled in for more of the show.