Winnie sat there, looking at Tarsorel. He wanted to help her get better with being able to be touched and touch, not related to healing. She had spent a long time outlining the problem and how Ryheric had helped her so far. How Silver and Lavendara were helping her be more comfortable with touch. She thought on this, how strange it would seem to an outsider. Being able to be jostled, patted on the shoulder, playful swats or jumps where touch might occur, even comfort at involves touching. It was all she longed for.

He once stood upon a wall of marble white. Mountain peaks bordered his world, and by his side was ever his loyal sister. 

“We'll stay together always, right, Mallossel?”

“As it may, Amathlan, for we know not how fate will turn.”

It had been three days since the shade of Etharian brought what remained of Xanir of Rivendell to his sisters. The House of Three Graces was still subdued, almost solemn, yet there was constant activity within its marble halls.

Finnvi entered the main room of the Prancing Pony and headed straight for the tables, looking around as if searching for someone. When she didn’t find them she made her way to the counter, ordering a troll stout before glancing sideways.
A pretty young woman was leaning on a barrel next to her. Her dress was that of the average Bree-folk, but her broad freckled face and brown locks were indeed very fair to look upon, Finnvi thought.
“Waiting for someone as well?”, she asked.

We had waited here for Lords know how long. Crammed tightly together. My shirt and clothes were already drenched with sweat with so many fighting men and even women so close together. It felt like we had been standing for hours. 

A hand bumped my own, fingers lacing with mine. I glance over at the man beside me, squeezing his hand and whispering softly, "I love you, darling Wolf." He squeezed my hand back, whispering, "I love you too, Stallion" He leaned into me. I savoured this moment of false peace. 

I forgot it. 
I have never forgotten this date before. 
How could it have slipped my mind? 

I'm uncertain what I am meant to do now. Am I still allowed to celebrate it? 
Every year I have managed to remember this without fail. Why did it slip my mind now? 

I forgot this existed. Time flies when you are having fun I suppose. Let us see what all has transpired:

I have been ensnared in a jolly company of elves, dwarves and men, the owners of the Hammer and Harp Inn and their friends. Much hilarity and strife happens when we are together it seems; today nearly came to blows with an elf and yelling at a dwarf.