[Imladris]

After a few minutes of conversation with Esgallhugwen, Lira turned and headed to the Inn to dispose of her soup bowl, the contents of which she had just finished, and to return to the cellar. She saw Aman behind the bar and that two elves were in front of her, glasses newly filled with drink. Aman herself seemed poised, as if waiting for something. Lira smiled and made her way into the kitchen. Washing her bowl and putting it away, she turned to Cook, complimented her on the meals she had eaten in the inn, and drifted out the door.

She crossed over to the cellar, her feet making sound upon the plush lawn. Descending the stairs, she stopped and breathed deeply and began to sing a song that the elves had frequently sang in Mirkwood. It was merry and full of good cheer, and soon the cellar rang with the sound of her haunting and beautiful voice.