[*Varda*]

“Daerohil!” Poppy smiled. “It’s been a while!” She accepted the bouquet of daffodils that the wispy form in front of her held out, tucking one in her hair, while listening to the beautiful sound of Kenelm’s harp playing floating through the hall.

“And no, I have no pony for you to tend to. Riding is still one of those things I have yet to learn to do. It’s all I can do to get on a horse as it is!” Laughing together, they headed off in the direction of the balrog wings.

“This party has really livened up in the past few hours, it’s all a hobbit like me can do to keep up with the pace,” she chattered away, brown curls tossing madly as she looked about the hall, small beside all the elegant elves and humans. “So, tell me, how are you? Have you seen anyone else around?”