[Imladris]

Lira saw with joy that the clouds parted as a curtain revealing the golden light of the sun as it shone down upon the fair land of the hobbits. She hurried out and began to look for herbs, herbs of healing, as she had given the stash she had brought with her in Minas Tirith.

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Lira leaned against the walls of the stable, the cool wood against her pale face as she thought with pleasure the herbs she had gathered. Long she had sought for them and found them hidden under the green boughs of the forest, others she had found dancing in a hidden meadow or dell, and others she had found near to the Green Dragon itself.

She drew the knife that Esgallhugwen had given her and began to hone the edge. It was quickly sharpened and Lira soon made her way towards Merkaliel, and began to pack the herbs she had gathered into saddle bags.

Glancing at her bedraggled dress, she studied it. It was wrinkled, and still dripped with water. Picking it up, she draped it across the coral, where the sun could dry the remaining water with her gentle rays.