[Mithadan]

Mithadan wanders through the crowd welcoming all and sundry as the inhabitants of Middle Earth converge upon the refreshments tables. A group of Hobbits have set up an impromptu congo line which weaves through the crowd. He waves to Daniel and walks up to Kuruharan who has started on his second bottle of wine.

"Where in all this chaos is the Wight?" asks the Dwarf, as he wipes a dribble of red wine from his beard. "I'm anxious to meet him."

Mithadan motions to a black tent set a bit apart from the brighter-coloured pavilions. Two Olog-Hai are struggling to move several statues of Hill Trolls from before the tent's flaps while a tall, pretty blonde Elf waits impatiently. Green smoke is streaming from beneath the cloth sides of the pavilion.

"The Wight has spent too much time underground lately and the humidity is playing havoc with his hair. So we called in Legolas to give him some styling tips. But the Wight had a guard of Hill Trolls set before his tent and when the sun came up... well you know what happens when trolls are exposed to sunlight. No one can get by the statues until they are moved. But it should not be too long..."

A crowd of screaming movie fans converges abruptly upon the blonde Elf. The Olog Hai flee in fear and Legolas demonstrates that his reputation for being fleet of foot is well-earned. "Well, maybe it will take a little while..." comments Mithadan.