[Morai]

Harlon Nowane leaped into three cartwheels as he entered the Galadriel's Royal Court. His hat jingled as Harlon's head turned scanning the room. A goofy expression appeared upon his face as he greeted the guests, wild men. The Lady's fool bowed.

"Greetings my Lord. My,my! Did you cut your hair, Lord Celeborn? New tailor maybe? Or could it be...." Harlon's silly antics were interupted by his audience's growl. He gulped

"Hm, this is a tough crowd. No matter, I need my meal." The elf thought. Turning around, he ran in the oposite direcion.

"Oh dear, I forgot my pies!" Harlon shouted crashing into a pillar. Dizzily stumbliling around, he thought aloud:
"My! Three Galadriels and three Lord Celeborns! I wonder what's going on?" He ducked out of sight and picked up his pies. Holding it up he asked:
"Who whishes to have the honor of throwing this at the Royal Fool?" Harlon asked sweat dripping from his face.