[Imladris]

Lira stretched and turned her head towards the sun, which was nearing her zenith. "I must fetch a bite to eat," she said, hasitly rising and skipping out of the cellar. "Else Cook will have a fuss," she said, smiling.

As she munched upon a piece of bread, she saw a strange man, a wanderer, the stablemaster, Uien, the elf maiden, and another hobbit having some sort of disagreement. Frowning, Lira followed the man with her eyes as he left the table and strode to the door, saw the anger spark in Uien's eyes as she shot a cold reply to the hobbit, and watched her leave as well. Lira sighed and curled her bread into a ball: all appetite had left her as she had watched the exchange.

Anger was a strange thing, Lira mused as she strolled to the stable and began to tear the ball apart and scatter the pieces upon the ground for the birds. She turned and saw the wanderer standing beside a tree and saw Uien approach him. A smile glowed upon Lira's face as she watched them: the elf helping a wounded man...a man wounded in spirit.

After the bread had been sprinkled upon the green grass, Lira decided that she must again return to her duties. She danced and twirled across the plush lawn, reveling in the beauty of the sun and to the singing of the birds.