Lira
The Master, screaming in agony, sank into the giant, melding into the giant's form. Around her, the spirits ceased their fighting and, wailing with despair and fear, they drifted away, like mist before the dawn.
She felt an urge to leave, a calling voice beckoning her to leave these mortal lands. Her task was done, and she was dead. She had no business in the land of the living.
Corn, bedraggled, perched upon her corpse, running his beak through her hair, and nibbling caresses at her ear. Lira smiled at the bird, and then turned to Esgallhugwen. Mellon she whispered may the grace of the Valar protect and strengthen you.
She kissed Esgallhugwen on her brow, and then her fëa departed to the Halls of Mandos.
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