The grand festival reaches its as the village gathers on the grassy hillt

The grand festival reaches its as the village gathers on the grassy hilltop, eyes fixed on the sky. The four hobbit boys sit together on a wooden fence, their faces illuminated by the flickering glow of lanterns. The golden-haired hobbit leans forward eagerly, his green eyes wide with wonder. The chestnut-haired hobbit rests his chin in his hands, a dreamy smile on his face. The dark-haired hobbit bounces his knee in excitement, his navy-blue tunic rustling with each movement. The raven-haired hobbit, leaning back on his elbows, gazes upward with a contented sigh. With a loud boom, the first firework erupts, sending a cascade of golden sparks across the night sky. The fairies, as if taking inspiration, join in, weaving dazzling trails of light between the bursts of color. The boys cheer, their voices blending with the joyous sounds of the crowd. As the sky continues to explode with light, the hobbit boys lean against each other, warm, full, and happy, knowing this night will forever be one of their most magical memories.