Iris Proudfoot stood apart from the others on the field, she felt the breeze and the sway of the music. She watched the two human, no wait elven, no half-elven's dance, she had even had heard the one, Martin, she thought was his name, play music in front of Bilbo's house. Earlier that day she had spoken with Frodo, Bilbo's nephew about the two, he had said that they were going a great quest with Gandalf. Oh, how she wanted to go with them, true she had many friends in the shire, many of which would have gladly gone with her, but something had always held her back from speaking this aloud.
She was quite shy, hence why she stood out by herself alone on the edge. She hummed along with the music, she wasn't a great singer in fact if anyone heard her, they might have said, "Where's the dog that I heard howling?" She didn't care at that moment the night was simply too lovely for that.