Avallónë's thronged with people. Children with pocketfuls of sweets chased each other around the legs of adults haggling over all kinds of thing both lovely and useful. Dozens of open stalls had fires and food cooking right out in the open, sausage sizzling next to fish fresh from the bay, and breads so light they melted on the tongue.
Bilbo was delighted. It was bigger even than the fairs at Michel Delving, and without the Sackville-Bagginses. The only trouble came when he lost Frodo—but then Frodo reappeared with a few bright silver spoons and a grin to match.