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Puffing and panting, a short, bespectacled hobbit hurried into the barrow, umbrella in one hand, plate of macaroons in the other. "Sorry I'm late! What a night! The umbrella turned inside out and I got soaked! But the food survived." She unwrapped her offering and the sweet smell of fresh-baked coconut treats wafted from the plate. "Hope you like them - I had to send to Harad for the coconut." Placing the dish on the table nearest the door, Lobelia adjusted her glasses and picked up a name-tag. She scribbled something unreadable on it and grinned around at the various shades. "Now, you don't really want to know my actual name, do you? Oh, well. It means "buttercup"..." Looking around, she spotted one shade in particular." Child, how wonderful to meet you at last. I have so enjoyed so many of your posts. On nights like this in the Shire, I make Bilbo let me use his Internet account so I can read them."
Grabbing a mug of spicy mulled wine, she mingled with the other guests, stopping by the Wight to wish it happy birthday.
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