[Imladris]

Lira leaned back and tried to ignore the achy feeling inside her head. Her whitish blondish hair fell into her eyes and she began to plait the long tresses into a myriad of braids and, taking several pins that were hidden in a small pocket, she began to entwine them about her head until it looked as if she wore a crown.

She continued to label the wines and she noted with an air of smug satisfaction that the deed was nearly done. She had worked long hours in the pleasant dim gloominess of the cellar, and she was happy. Lira wondered what sort of person Piosennial was, the former innkeeper. Obviously one that was greatly beloved, or so much work would not be done in her honor. A smile grew upon Lira's face and she immediately continued to label the wines with renewed vigor. Looking again at the rows and rows of wine, Lira said, "Well, maybe the worls 'almost done' are not the exact words...there are a great many left to label." A smile grew upon her face as she thought of the joy, often experianced as drunken ectasies, that the inn would have with these fine bottles of liquor.