Garavon knew he should not have come to the Shire, especially not during a festival. He well remembered what had happened the last time. Nevertheless, he found himself there once more during the final days of the hobbit’s summer festival at the Party Tree, looking around to see if anyone else had arrived yet.
There was nothing to be worried about, he told himself, as there was no market and surely no jobs that needed done. Yet the hobbits seemed to cluster around him regardless, as though his height were a beacon; one of them tugging at his hand and asking if he had seen her misplaced book, and several others asking if he wanted to dance.
A cheerful voice raised in greeting saved him momentarily, at least until he saw it was Naewin. She ran up to him immediately, bombarding him with all sorts of questions, leaving him somewhat dazed, as always. While he tried to sort out his answers, she pulled him to another group of dancing hobbits, joining one of them on the table and beckoning Garavon over encouragingly as she continued babbling about enjoying himself.
"No, thank you," he said, a touch wearily despite having only just arrived. "I think I need to sit down."