Summary: There's something brewing at Beorn's home and the company has to help the skin-changer prepare for it...

"AH!" I startled awake at the sound of loud pounding at the door, shocked even that Thorin went for his knife and shot awake. Both of us looked as if we were about to be attacked, our eyes fixed on the door that rumbled underneath the loud knocks.

"Hobbit! Wake up, I'll need your help today!"

Equal parts relief and irritation flooded my exhausted and sore limbs and I groaned at the sound of Beorn's voice booming loudly in my ears and in the center of my chest. I spared Thorin a glance as I scrubbed my face with my hands, seeing that he himself looked as if his heart were about to rattle right out of his chest.

"Augh, why can't people wake up normally on adventures?"

It would have been nice to have been woken up like a normal person but alas, we were still at Beorn's house and now with our host back and seemingly in a fantastic mood, I wouldn't be able to wake like a normal proper guest.

I collapsed back down against the furs even as Thorin climbed out of bed, grumbling and sounding just as irritated as I felt for having been woken so suddenly. My eyes followed the slow trail of Thorin as he went over to the washing basin, splashing water on his face to try and rush the shock of Beorn's wake up call away. I got up myself and went over to where my clothes were, noticing that Thorin's various belts and vambraces were scattered on the seat and some of my clothes dislodged from their spots.

When I bent to pick up my bloomers, I frowned at the fact that it was still wet since sometime in the night it had fallen to the floor in a heap. I sighed loudly and felt my shift and was at least happy to feel that that was dry. After I slung that over my head, I cursed over the fact that my shirt had met the same fate as my bloomers.

This time my malcontent did not go unnoticed. Thorin shot me a glance as he started to dress, "What's wrong?"

"Some of my clothes fell off the chair and didn't dry."

"Anything important?"

The voice that asked me curled along my back with a tinge of concern that made me smile lightly, "My shirt, actually. My knickers I could learn to go without." I slipped into my petticoat and tied it tightly around my waist before I double checked to make sure that my skirt wasn't damp as well. "Give me a moment then."

I turned my head just in time to catch Thorin holding up his navy tunic in reference to how much larger it would be on me should he give it up; it made me think of Thorin's previous question about if the layer that I lost were important since the dwarves themselves all wore numerous layers. My thoughts pondered away when I saw Thorin shrug his tunic over his head and leave the room, returning a few minutes later with a rolled up bundle in his hands that he tossed to me.

As soon as I caught it, I realized that it was a shirt and holding it out for inspection, I immediately noticed that it smelled of the brothers though because they smelled alike, I wasn't sure which one it belonged to. It looked somewhat closer to my size than Thorin's tunic and I took the gesture for what it was meant and ended up pulling the tunic over my head.

It was a tan color and tied at the top with a thicker set of leather ties. To help with the sizing issue, I tucked it into my skirt as I did with my own shirt though there was nothing I could do about how it still seemed to billow. Unfortunately, my suspenders were still drying so I couldn't don those to help contain the shirt.

"Is this Fili's?" I asked out of curiosity as I fingered the fabric, wondering over the size and how it was of similar taste to the rest of his outfit.

"Aye, he wears that one under his colored tunic," Thorin explained as he sat on the edge of the bed and started to lace up his boots, a small grin spread across his cheeks, "Refused clothing his entire childhood – couldn't keep him from being naked – and yet as soon as he reached adulthood, he wouldn't leave the house without at least two shirts on."

I giggled at the idea of Fili's childhood and the apparently vast amount of times that he would run around as naked as the day he was born. Even after I rolled up my sleeves, Thorin still grinned at the memories until he eventually chuckled.

"Was it so funny?" I asked him as I wandered over, happy to see that Thorin was in a good mood despite how we both woke up.

"It is when I can recall the shape of that boy's scrawny naked ass better than my own grandfather's face."

He chuckled again at his own memories and I couldn't help but share the sentiment along with him as well. I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss before waiting for him to finish dressing.

As soon as he was finished, we both left the room and made our way over to the main dining hall where as soon as I stepped past the threshold, I was spotted by the sharp eyes of Beorn.

"I wondered if you had been eaten up by something wicked since you were taking so long!"

Beorn was in a strangely jolly mood compared to the last time he was with us. By no means was he not a gracious host the last time I saw him but he had been begrudging and now... That wasn't the case anymore, I noticed.

As quick as he was tall, he bounded over to hover over Thorin and I. I barely had a chance to yelp in surprise before I felt his powerful hands at my waist lifting me high into the air. As undignified as it was, I actually heard myself squawk in fright as the ground whirled away from me, my distaste of heights coming fresh now that I was lifted by a mountain of a man.

My fingers clutched onto Beorn's robe, wringing hand fulls of the wine colored fabric as the man threw me over his shoulder. The entire time he was laughing at the spectacle I made with my sputtering and indignation, his voice bouncing off the walls as he stepped around the dwarves. Breakfast was in full swing around us and Dwalin looked torn between dumbfounded rage and pity at the sight of Beorn hauling me around so carelessly. At the same time when I looked down for some help from Thorin, I saw that the dwarf was bristling from undisguised jealousy at our host.

Courtesy stayed his tongue but from the way his hand clenched, he wanted nothing more than to stab a knife into the giant of a man's leg.

"Ah, my friend, could you pass us a few plates, if you please?"

Gandalf's voice stuck out to me in the busy rush of noises and happenings from down below; I felt Beorn answer the request with a casual nod, sweeping around the dwarves so that he could reach high into one of his many cupboards on the other side of the table. I tried to steady myself to no avail as he bounded across the room, suddenly realizing that as I clutched onto his robe that I was sliding forward down his back and was moments away from being dropped!

"Ah-HA! Watch yourself there now!" I grumbled in protest at the fact that Beorn actually thought he could laugh at the situation that I was in because of him. "Put me down!"

I nearly kneed him in the face before I felt myself about to fall again, this time stopped by the fact that he actually had to grab hold of me. "Oi!" I was tired of this undignified morning already and I squirmed from my place over the man's shoulder, just wanting to be put down back on either the ground or the bench.

My thoughts were interrupted by the feel of too familiar fingers!

I squeaked in protest at the fact that my butt had actually been pinched and that it was obviously Beorn's doing since I was still slung over his shoulder! He was actually pinching me! It drew the attention of the other dwarves and especially the brothers when they stepped into the dining hall. I shouted to be put down and was rewarded only with the laughter of the woodsman. His voice was a booming rumble in my chest and the way it thundered, I knew that he was happy beyond all words. "I knew you looked a little bigger! Little bunny is getting nice and fat again on the bounty of my harvest!"

He treated me as if I were a doll, lifting me away from his shoulder to set me in the seat that I occupied the last time we all ate together. As he set me down, he poked at my stomach playfully before taking his normal seat on the end of the table.

"We'll eat but we must make haste. We have plenty to do today!"

Even though I was still upset by being so manhandled and the glowering looks that Fili and Thorin still shared between Beorn and I, I went for the various dishes that were assembled in front of us. I was hungry and Beorn's words did not exactly fill me with any thrilling confidence. Thorin's look in my direction also forced me into asserting that no matter the familiarity with which the bear spoke of his plans, I still had no idea what was going on.

As we ate breakfast, I was unable to dismiss the fact that more so than just his rather familiar treatment of me, Beorn truly had been in a joyous mood. He ate loudly, slurped his ale happily and spoke with fervent interest to the rest of the company. While the dwarves of Thorin's company were not the dimmest candles, they certainly weren't the brightest either but even they understood the change in Beorn's mood.

Surprisingly, it was Ori who plucked up enough courage to even ask the skin-changer why his mood was so much better.

Briefly I thought of Gandalf's tale from the night before and how he followed the pack of bears back to the Carrock and it seemed that my thoughts were correct in their thinking; Beorn told us in that big voice of his that rumbled in my chest that the very night we came, the bears of his clan came together and he told them of the tale that Gandalf told him to allow us to stay at his home. Curious as they were (for the tale really did sound too exciting to be true), the group went beyond the Carrock and back into the mountains where they themselves saw the clearing with the felled trees and signs of battle.

Orc and warg corpses still littered the area and after throwing the bodies off the cliff side, they were fortunate enough to encounter a stray goblin who was curious himself. They managed to chase him down after leading him around in circles for nearly three hours, for apparently bears love such sport. Once they decided that they had enough fun and caught him, he told the clan of how the Great Goblin had been killed by a rogue company of dwarves and how he had slipped off to check out the site of the skirmish between the dwarves and orcs..

When asked why he was so curious, the goblin told them hurriedly of the plans to raid the nearby area since they were sure that the dwarves could not have gone too far. They would find them and punish whomever was sheltering them.

At this part in the story, the dwarves were fixated on the skin-changer and what he had been up to. They hung on his every word, a sense of awe coming over the younger dwarves' faces as they listened. I stared at the man himself, noting that when he went into detail about how his clan could hardly let the goblin go since it was his and his own that the creature was inadvertently talking about.

Though Beorn was firmly in his form of a man, his face warped to something else entirely. As he told the dwarves what he did to the goblin who so insulted him, his smirk became wild and his eyes ferocious. When he drank from his tankard, he did so greedily and upon finishing his morbid descriptions and even how there was now a goblin head outside to ward off any strangers, still that wild look did not leave his face.

All the dwarves except Thorin looked at the skin-changer as if he were once again their hero. Already he had impressed with the tale of the shat sack and now his viciousness with their common enemy only made him more of one.

Unfortunately for them but fortunate for me, Beorn did not have anymore time to waste with telling them stories of his cruelty towards the goblins of the mountains. As soon as he finished telling the tale, he shoved a few more pieces of food in his mouth before he stood from the table and went to the cupboards all around the dining hall.

I watched him curiously -my food quite forgotten – as he pulled out a great deal of plates and bowls, setting them aside on the far end of the table. He called in his animal helpers, great horses and skinny dogs that took whatever he set down and hauled it off to the other side of the house.

"Little bunny, are you finished?"

I startled at the irritating nickname that Beorn now called me and looked at him as if he were crazed. Even though I remembered what he said about needing to make haste, I still had no idea what it was for.

"I guess?"

The looks that Thorin and Fili were giving the skin-changer definitely were not the happiest but they deigned to whisper their displeasures to one another rather than growl in Beorn's direction.

"Come along then, bunny!" He bound out the room through the open doorway only to reappear a moment later, "Oh! We'll need help too; my friends saw you with a dwarf yesterday, which one was it?"

Without thinking I pointed to Ori and gasped when the giant of a man reached over and grabbed the young dwarf right out of his seat! Even as I heard the dwarf make the most undignified of sounds in his own attempts to free himself from the skin-changer, I made haste and followed along after him.

I followed along after the pair, my eyes unable to look away from how red Ori was from being so mistreated.

Eventually I realized that Beorn was leading us over to his gardens where he put down Ori and grabbed up two baskets and handed them to us. "I need us to pick flowers."

"Uh, f-flowers, Master Beorn?" Ori stuttered, his voice a nervous fluttering of kittens and softness across my palms. He took the basket eagerly though and looked around at the garden as if it were an endless delight in the making. I myself just stood there unable to figure out why exactly Beorn wanted us to do something as simple as picking flowers.

"Tomorrow, they need to be everywhere." He motioned happily around at the entirety of his house, "On the animals, around the house. Everywhere! I'm having my friends set up vases and cups and bowls for bouquets. I also need to make crowns."

"Crowns?" I asked, already going over next to Ori, who was already at work picking flowers gently from their places. "Yes! Crowns! We all need to have one for tomorrow."

"What is tomorrow?"

"You're actually going to celebrate it?!" I startled at the excitement in Ori's voice, nearly dropping my basket from how loud he was. In another row already filling his own basket, Beorn beamed at the small dwarf, "I am!"

"And it will be amazing, just let me say now!"

I looked back and forth between the two of them, unable to figure out the knowledge they knew between them. I was so shocked that the two of them actually had something in common that I didn't even realize that Ori was poking me until he nearly pushed me. "Miss Bilbo?"

"Ori?"

"You should get to picking. We really do need to make haste."

Even though I still had no idea what I needed to "make haste" about, I nonetheless filled my basket with flowers until they nearly kept falling from the sides. I saw that Beorn was already at work bundling up some for the vases that he said would be in the house. He arranged all the flowers prettily together in bundles and tied them together with string, setting them off to the side where he then picked up another batch and did the same.

Ori and I sat with him while he did this, all of us taking turns cutting away pieces of string and using it to keep the bundles together that we made. When Beorn was finished with his basket, he went to go and pick more flowers and when he returned, I saw that they were a different batch from the last. He was not at all caring about which flower went with which only that we found it pretty to look at. I admit that as feminine as I was, I didn't have much of an eye for arrangement as Ori did, who hummed to himself as he bundled brightly colored daisies with red roses.

When all of us had made at least two basket's worth of bouquets each, Beorn collected all of them with the help of his animal friends and carried them all inside. Figuring that he was going to be put them in their respective places, Ori and I went again to the gardens and picked more flowers so that we could either make more bouquets or flower crowns for the animals.

I was in the middle of a daisy crown when Beorn came back up to us in the garden and squatted down in the dirt near me. "Hold up your arms, little bunny."

I frowned in distaste for his nickname but did as I was told, staring at the man strangely as he pulled out a long measuring tape and held it up against my arms. He didn't say anything after that other than to ask me to lift an arm up higher or turn slightly but after that, he was up and leaving us again with me wondering just what he was planning. Was he going to make me something to wear?

I shrugged it off and went back to my flower crown.

Some time later, Ori and I were interrupted by the sight of Bifur practically running up to us, his hands a mad flurry of gestures. Ori understood at the very least what he was trying to say, his voice tickling underneath my arms until I begged him to stop talking. We were to go with him back to the main house for a little while as Beorn needed extra helpers and to see me.

What we found in the main hall where Beorn himself normally stayed was a mess of adventure in its own right. Beorn was going to and fro while Dori and Dwalin offered ingredients to the skin-changer when he asked for them. When he wasn't asking for ingredients, they were being asked to stir mixtures in pots and bowls. As soon as Beorn saw us, he whisked Ori off to help Dori with cooking and pulled me off to the side where he had stashed a few piles of fabric.

As he went through the piles, tossing one aside for another, I saw that it wasn't a giant pile of fabric but actually a pile of robes that looked to be made of fine silk. One after another, he would hold up a robe against me and toss it in one pile or the other. A yellow one, tossed to the right pile, a red wine colored one, tossed to the left. A sharp blue the color of rivers held up against my body and then tossed to the left pile.

"Ah! You're just in time! I need your help with this!"

I was startled by how loudly he called out to whomever just entered the main hall, and turning around, I was surprised to see Thorin looking confused and irritated on the heels of Bombur.

"What can we help with?"

"I was told that you two can cook! Come over!"

Beorn threw the last robe on the pile and took them into his arms before he strolled off towards the hallway, where I finally noticed sat Nori and Bofur at the far end of the main table. They were surrounded by a pile of flowers, all different types and colors that they were working together gently into crowns that seemed to be fit for the dogs to wear given their size. Beorn stopped briefly to compliment them before he disappeared down the hallway.

At the same time, Dori was instructing what Bombur and Thorin what to do since he was obviously in charge of the cooking arrangements should Beorn suddenly decide to venture off. Before I could figure out if I should help with the cooking or go back to making flower bouquets and crowns, Beorn was back in the room with some flowers in hand, pausing again near Nori and Bofur and looking into his pile and holding up one or two against their heads.

I watched him as he went back over to where the dwarves were currently all cooking and throwing ingredients into pots and Thorin and Dwalin were both being made to wrestle with dough. He stopped behind each of them, waving off their attention when they noticed that he held up flowers to each of their heads. Was he trying to match which flower went best with each dwarf?

I figured that that was what was happening considering that Beorn looked especially pleased after he went through a few flowers against Thorin's dark hair and finally settled on a vivid red one.

Afterwards, he spotted Bifur and I and motioned for us to follow him outside. We did so eagerly on his heels until we were outside underneath the sun.

He handed me the red flower that he liked for Thorin and so close, I noticed that it was actually a red tiger lily. Its color was so vivid and perfect that I became distracted by it until a daisy and some baby's breath were each put in my hands.

"I need to alter some clothing and then weave the remainder of the crowns so I'll leave the rest of this up to you two."

"What are we supposed to do?" I asked, unable to figure out what was expected of me. Beorn just laughed at the question, clapping me on the back roughly, "Oh little bunny, that's cute. Your company are honored guests of mine and these are for the party. Each of these need to be the prominent flower in a flower crown. The wizard is the only other one I haven't figured out yet so be sure to find him and pick a flower that would look good on him."

After making sure that Bifur and I understood what we needed to do, Beorn left us and Bifur and I went together to go and find more of the specific flowers that Beorn chose for the crown. We also needed to find accent flowers to make the crowns less plain.

Bifur was very helpful in carrying everything and even though we had stunted conversation due to the fact that our hands would be busy as that was our only means of communication, somehow or other, we still managed to have a good laugh.

Hours later and long after I felt my hands go numb from careful placement, tying of string, and even more careful placement of more flowers (stopping to make sure that whatever I made looked good on Bifur's own head), we both had three crowns set out for the group. I trusted that Beorn did as he said he did in making the others but he did ask for us to make Gandalf's.

I went around the entire compound in search of the grey wizard, ducking into the main kitchen where I saw the dwarves all still busy cooking while Beorn sat off in a corner sewing and Nori and Bofur still were busy at work making plain flower crowns for the animals. Balin had joined them but was only making bouquets that once finished, he set off to the side for Ori to take.

I went to the main guest hall but even there I did not find Gandalf.

It was near the stables that I discovered the wizard but I immediately saw that he wasn't alone; he seemed engrossed in conversation with Fili and Kili, both of them looking intensely at the wizard as they spoke and listened to whatever was being said.

As I approached, I strained my ears to try and catch a hint of what they were talking about.

"So what? Like twenty more years?" Kili looked peevish at that, his voice a soft whispered pinch that overlapped with Gandalf's steady pressure on my shoulder, "As I said, young Kili, it's about that though with an obvious amount of give or take. It'll depend on her health."

My face frowned in confusion because I wasn't sure what they were talking about but I knew that I desperately wanted to know. Whatever they were talking about sounded interesting from what little I heard and the way it caught the brothers' attention, I wanted to know more. I crept up closer to the three of them and was just about to interrupt to ask what they were going on about when my voice died in my throat.

Fili was crying.

He was doing so silently, his face a blank mask of emotion, but even as he listened to Gandalf go on about whatever it was, he didn't even bother to hide the fact that tears fell down his cheeks. Every so often he would try and wipe away the tears but he didn't say anything in regards to the conversation.

Whatever the topic, it was serious.

I startled at the feel of a hand on my shoulder, turning to see Bifur come up behind me, a flower in his hand. He pointed to the wizard and then to the flower and I put two and two together and nodded, allowing myself to be led off again by the older dwarf.

When I turned back to look at the brothers, Fili's face was buried in his hands in another vain attempt to smother his tears away.

By the time supper was upon the company, the brothers were back to their normal selves though at times Fili still looked a little gloomy. Thorin and the other dwarves who were designated to the baking/cooking unit looked exhausted as they tiredly dug into their food, all of them in varying levels of dishevelment. I had to admit though that it was amusing seeing Dwalin and Thorin covered in flour and Nori and Bofur stop their eating to flex their hands with discomfort written so clearly across their faces.

Ori chattered on to his brothers about something excitedly while Oin struggled not to fall asleep in his bowl. He, Gloin, and I all had the task set of decorating the house as best we could with the flower bouquets that were available while Beorn was still busy sewing and then set up with his own flower crowns. Even now as we ate, Beorn had a half finished crown set off to the side of the table, safe out of harm's way, his eyes darting back over to it like he wanted nothing more than to finish it.

I smirked at the idea that he was the type of person who hated leaving tasks half finished.

After dinner, all of us retreated back to our quarters and bunk beds. I was so exhausted that I ended up just plopping down into bed, lazily undressing until I was down to my shift while in the background Thorin cleaned the flour from his person.

When he finally slipped into bed, there was a moment where we both didn't know whether or not to try and instigate anything intimate...

A moment later, we both groaned and rolled over to sleep. We didn't want to repeat the first time we slept together, barely able to do anything but pass out on each other.

We both just wanted sleep.

It was the middle of the night though when all of us were woken, a quiet knocking on everyone's door that eventually had us all gathered around sleepily in the dining hall. There wasn't food on the table nor was there a peep to show that anyone was afoot other than Beorn himself, who apparently was the first to wake Gandalf and then have him wake the others.

Offering us no explanation at all as to why we were woken so early in the morning that not even the blue of the false dawn was upon us, Beorn led us out in a giant group while some of his animals followed. We were as quiet as we could be considering that it was early morning and the darkness around us made the dwarves all the more cautious as to why we were leaving the house.

Even as sleepy and ready to fall asleep as I felt while I walked, I noticed that none of the dwarves were fully dressed or even armed with any of their weapons save for probably their smallest, most concealed of knives. The others looked just as tired as I was as they wandered on along after Beorn and his animals, tripping over tree roots and slippery grass covered in morning dew.

Thorin stayed close to my side, his eyes watching the darkness of the woods as we walked on. On my other side, Fili and Kili seemed only to be able to move forward, their eyes closing as they walked because of how eager they were to go back to bed. We seemed to walk forever until Beorn stopped us in a clearing that rested just outside of the forest line.

By that time the false dawn was painted in soft blue waves across the sky and some of our company looked around at the other in the hopes that someone knew why we were there.

We waited in silence. I closed my eyes and breathed in the fresh scent of the moisture in the air and the chill against my feet. Beorn himself seemed lost in the glory of the early morning, his eyes looking out to a point beyond the horizon.

"Beorn, perhaps you might tell the rest why we're out here?" Upon's Gandalf's gentle prodding, soft whisperings of a sensation on my shoulder, Beorn fixed his eyes on the rest of the group and smiled at us, "Ah! I had forgotten!" His voice rumbled in my chest but he was joyful, "Tomorrow night the moon will be full and with the summer winds upon us, the summer festival can be celebrated. The festival was what I had the little bunny and her friends helping with yesterday."

"We assumed that such a thing was only celebrated with your own kind?" Thorin questioned, his curiosity piqued by Beorn's mention of a festival, remembering that Gandalf spoke of bears around the house the night before last.

"The bears come to pay respects but they never bother with it anymore; with you here, I can actually properly celebrate." Beorn waved off the notion of what Thorin said and sat down in the grass, the animals that followed us out to the glade coming around him.

"So why are we here now if the festival is tomorrow?"

Beorn laughed at that, "No, tiny King, the festival starts at dawn. My ancestors used to think that if a person were to watch the sun rise on the day of the festival, it would grant them its protection for the rest of the year." His blue eyes turned back to look upon the rest of our group, his teeth shining brightly from within the coarse nest of his beard, "Given the quest you have ahead of you, I'd suggest you get comfortable."

The dwarves took Beorn's words to heart, each of them finding a place along the edge of the forest to sit and wait for the oncoming sunrise that was still some time off. Gandalf sat next to Beorn, his pipe already being tended to so that he could smoke. Ori and his brothers sat in a circle and whispered while Dwalin and Balin settled against some tree, languidly watching the sky. Bifur and his cousins were playing hand games and Thorin was leaned back against a great tree trunk, his arms crossed while his gaze fixated on the distant point of the sky.

It was chilly and with no better place, I went to Thorin's side and snuggled against his side, smiling when his hand came around and pulled me closer; not wanting to be off on their own, Fili and Kili approached and nestled down in their own way around their Uncle. Fili ended up with his head leaned into my hair as a cushion while Kili turned so that he could rest his head in Thorin's lap. His expression was one giant pout and he seemed to want nothing of this morning adventure, his eyes shut and using his jacket to blanket himself.

He was asleep within minutes and his brother only managed to stay awake a little longer before his hand became dead weight in my lap and I heard his soft snores in my hair.

The rest of us waited and watched until Bofur eventually got up to play a game with Ori and his brothers that woke Kili briefly with their ruckus shouts. Thorin combed his fingers through the younger dwarf's brunette locks until the dwarf went back to sleep, his blue eyes still trained to the horizon that was now an undulating mass of pink and oranges.

When the sun finally rose above the mountains in the distance, bright rays of soft gold, fiery red, and wisps of the ever present pink, I spared a glance at the rest of the company and saw that the others all looked at the rising sun in fascination.

No doubt this was hardly the first time they saw a sunrise but this one was as Beorn said, special to him in that it served a purpose.

It may not have been to us as it was for Beorn but It was beautiful.

The dead weight of Fili above me and the sight of Kili still sleeping made me roll my eyes at the thought of them not being able to see this but I figured that Thorin could appreciate its beauty. When I looked to the leader of our company though, I expected to see his eyes focused on the colors of the sunrise – no doubt thinking of Erebor- but instead, I was surprised to find that he too had fallen asleep.

I smiled and shook my head for the thought of how alike he and his nephews were. It was a shame though... the sunrise really was quite extraordinary.