Hi!
I've come up with a bit of writer's block on this one, so I thought I'd ask for help from all you authors and fans out there. Just send me a reply saying what else you'd like to see happen during Gran'da's Overlithe party. Remember that this is a big party, as Overlithe only happens once every four years. Thank you!

Yewen Took

Overlithe at Gran'da's

The bread and buns, sweets and butter were packed and ready to be taken to Gran'da Tomadas Took's. The smell of shortbread, the final thing to be baked, filled the smial. Yewen's hand edged closer to a cookie until her mum sneaked into the room and tickled her. "You sneaky little one!"

Yewen smiled as her mum handed her a cookie.

"Your face is clean?"

Yewen rolled her eyes and nodded, her mouth full of cookie.

"Good. It's time to go."

Todas and Holly Took filled their daughter's arms with baked goods and nudged her out the door. For the young Took the walk to Gran'da's house seemed to take forever, the inviting smells of her mother's baking floating up from the bundles in her arms and making her mouth water.

Grandmum Opal stopped stirring the soup and greeted the visitors. Aunts and cousins moved in to take the baked goods from them. Heather Sodd-Moss linked arms with Yewen as soon as the last package was taken from her and dragged her cousin outside.

Everyone sat down for supper. Children were called in and hands were washed. Fennel Sodd-Moss and Iris Took served buns and bread, salad and taters, while Chamile brought out a ham roast. Sweet, cold cider was poured to still the afternoon heat.

Tooks, Moss', Sodd-Moss', Bunces, Saplings and Burrows' settled in the greatroom in an arc around Gran'da Tomadas. The Took told stories of Heros and dwarfs, and of the settling of the Shire. After Gran'da announced that the last tale was told, signaled of course, by Grandmum Opal, dinner was called.

Dinner was served outside as the air cooled for the evening. Bluebell served pea soup with the leftover ham, and sweets were placed on the table much to everyone's delight. Shortbread, pound cake, tarts, candy and scones, with tea, coffee, cider and ale to drink. Children flitted from tray to tray, until, momentarily satisfied, they ran off to play.

With the last large meal of the day over, the ladies and boys who served and cooked snuck into the back pantry and collected their payment, custard tarts garnished with summer berries. This was a tradition, as well as a way to discourage the young boys, who would rather be celebrating, from misbehaving.

As the sun set, torches were staked into the ground. The youngest children were sent to bed, but Yewen was alowed to stay up.

Groups of older Hobbits sat outside and ate afters, washed down with Tookbank's fine ale and cider. Teens and tweens, who were too absorbed in other matters to care about afters, snuck off with their guests, or, sometimes, another Hobbit's guest. The older Hobbits shook their heads and chuckled, most likely remembering sneaking off from other parties in earlier years.

Yewen sat next to Heather on the top of the grand smial, staring back at the stars. They were soon joined by Heather's brothers, and Peach and Ester Moss. They pointed and murmered as they found the stars and constelations they knew.

Soon the late hours took hold. Happily drunken Hobbits sang the last lazy tunes of the night before falling asleep where they lay. The children were carried or guided to the guest rooms and, snuggled six to a bed, fell asleep.

Yewen Took