[Oddwen]

Oddwen jumped as a very regal looking silver-haired elf commented on her song.

"Oh, thanks very much. Though I can't even think to compare with Sgt. Saucy, of course."

They parted company companionably, and Oddwen continued to the tables. She managed to snare a few of the fast disappearing chocolate-chip cookies before too many hobbits visited them.

An elf pulled out what appeared to be some sort of dulcimer and played a lovely tune.

Then a sight met her eyes that made time stand still.

Garlic. Pizza. Lots of it. A sight to make any other person (especially a garlic lover) tear up.

Choosing three of the 152763 pizzas, she then looked around for a place to sit. All of the tables nearest the Barrow seemed to be strangely empty, so she took advantage of the table space to spread her food.

The table had a nice view of the stage, if you liked staring at the backs of the performers. At least she could view the style of the drummer without the strange facial expressions that seem to come with the job.

A sudden yank on her cloak brought her about quickly.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she cried. "I thought...you looked...your cloak makes you look as if you were a Jawa!"

"Nope," said Oddwen dryly. "I am enjoying your pizzas, though. You do have a way with garlic."