[piosenniel]

Scene cut from the story by the redlining Editor:

Leaving the sleeping hubby on the Star, Pio makes her way back to the party which is still in full sway.

Grabbing a deliciously scented drink in some cleverly carved out fruit, she sticks the small paper umbrella behind one ear, and takes a long pull at the amber liquid within. A smile creases her mouth at the delicate fire now coursing its way through her veins.

'Mmmm . . . a few more of these, and I will have caught up!' she says, eyeing the passed out heaps of Hobbrim and Hobbits on the sand. the tiki torches blaze brightly as she picks her way through the sleeping masses.

Bird's band is laying down a fine beat as she wanders over to listen to the jam. Idril, a large white flower in her hair, sways in the arms of Tuor. 'Not bad!' she thinks to herself, 'For a stodgy First Age couple.'

Cami and Bird sit watching the band, discussing the finer points of cool jazz versus bebop. At a pause in the conversation, Bird's eyes are drawn back to that fine looking Telerin trumpet player, laying down some exquisite riffs. Pio notes him mentally as one she'll be sure to ask help sail the Hobbits back to the Anduin.

The song winds down, and Pio steps up to the band leader, whispering a request in his ear. A look of mild surprise crosses his features, then he shrugs and motions to the band. A few hurried murmurings among them, and the beat begins.

'Grab one of these! And gather round!' she shouts to the remaining party goers as she holds aloft the parasoled drink. Commandeering two tipsy Elves, Pio shows them the finer points of lightly holding the pole she borrowed from one of the party banners.

'Let's limbo!' she cries.

Hiking her skirt to her knees, she makes the first pass beneath the bar . . .