Night falls on the Hobbits attending Bilbo’s 111^th birthday.  Sparkling diamonds high in the heavens call forth dreams to those who look to them.  Dancers dizzy themselves, spinning under a moonlit tree to keep the glances of the lights in site.  Young children leap and reach, hoping to catch them and keep them for their own.  A thunder crash and lightening flash cause brief fear, but soon the stars are shining overhead once again.  Then when every breath has been held with the joy of those stars, they fade, only to be rekindled with the lighting of the next wick.