It was the next day, the elves were packing up their camp. Luriel was sitting off to the side, having just enough strength to sit up on her own. She was carving something out of an oak sprout she had grown with her magic. She had woven a beautiful crown with its branches, adding the most beautiful flowers she could grow. She had to lean against the rock behind her, still exhausted from her struggles. One of the guards walked up to her, "We are ready to leave," he said, "Lord Elrond would like you to ride with him," he extended an armored hand toward her. She looked up and graciously accepted his assistance. He carefully helped her stand, draping her arm, with the uninjured shoulder, around his shoulders. They slowly made their way to the horses. Lord Elrond sat atop a black stallion, he wore the same robes as yesterday, but today had a golden traveling cloak atop his shoulders. He smiled when they approached. He extended his hands and reached forward. He gently grabbed her under her arms, and with surprising strength, easily lifted her up onto the horse.

"I apologize that we do not have a set of attire for you to wear, as you can see, there are no women traveling amongst us."

He stated, ignoring her red cheeks. She was embarrassed at the way she had to be handled, unable to do something as simple as mounting a horse.

"Do not worry, I will be fine, you have done more than enough." She said calmly after she was placed in front of him. He reached around her to grab the horse's reins. The guards mounted their horses and they were off. Elrond keeping a close eye on Luriel, he did not remove the poison, only delayed it, and numbed the pain. He did not tell her that, praying they reached Greenwood before she began feeling the effects of the poison again.

They rode for several hours, riding in silence, content to simply listen to the nature around them. Elrond breaking the silence every now an then to ask Luriel how she felt.

They had traveled almost eight hours, stopping for a meal and to replace Luriel's bandages. She had begun to feel strange, her head began to fog over, she felt heat spreading from her shoulder to the rest of her before a sudden chill racked her body. Elrond felt her shake.

"Luriel, are you well?" he inquired.

She heard his voice as if it was from down a long tunnel. She slumped forward, nearly falling off the horse. Elrond caught her, "Luriel? Luriel!" he called, shaking her slightly to try and get a response. He felt her forehead, she was burning up, yet she shivered with cold. He used one hand to remove his cloak, wrapping it around her, "We must move quickly, the herbs are wearing off!" he called. He ushered his horse forward, speeding to a steady run. He held the reins in one hand, his other arm wrapped around her to keep her from jostling around. In only an hour, the Greenwood forest came to view.

"Hold on Luriel, we near the Forest."

That was the last thing she heard before the darkness took her mind.

"You must stop doing this when you visit," a familiar voice cut through the fog, as she stirred.

Slowly blinking her eyes open, Luriel saw Throdir standing above her. A weak smile appeared on her pale face, "I'll try not to make it a habit," she whispered.

He chuckled, "Even on your deathbed you still jest."

"Did I miss the wedding?" she asked trying to sit up.

"whoa now," he moved to stop her, "you missed it by a day, but you are still weak from the poison," he said gently placing his hands on her shoulders and slowly pushing her back down," you should have taken a guard or two with you," he scolded her.

She narrowed her eyes in a glare, her green eyes borrowing in his blue ones.

"I do not need to be scolded like a child," she growled softly.

He only chuckled before moving back, "I will go let the others know you are awake, Lord Elrond will be most pleased that you have awoken." He silently left the room.

She looked over her shoulder and saw a fresh bandage on it. She lay freshly cleaned and in a new simple white dress.

"I am glad to see you awake," came the soothing voice of Elrond, who had just walked into the room, he wore a light green robe with golden hems.

She turned and meet his gaze, she smiled in gratitude, "That is thanks to you," she murmured just loud enough to hear, which she meant for him to hear, "I am in your debt," she whispered in deep gratitude, her eyes falling heavy. She had spent what little energy she had had. Elrond smiled and moved back to the door.

"I will let you rest, your items are next to your bed, I will tell the others to let you rest, come and join the others when you are strong enough,"

"Thank you..." She slowly fell back to sleep.

It was the very next day when Luriel had the strength to get up out of bed. She sat at the edge of the bed. She looked to the saddlebags that held the gifts, including that which she made. She grabbed the bags with her uninjured arm. She slowly made her way out the door. She walked the halls heading to the throne room. She came across Oropher on her way, "Ah you are up and about, good" he said with a smile of relief.

"I intend to return home as soon as possible, I will better recover in my homeland, as I am due their tomorrow. I have gifts from both myself and Lord Celebrimbor here for Thranduil and Arieal. I was wondering if you could see they get them. The swords are for the prince's, the ring for Arieal, those are from Lord Celebrimbor, the oaken staff and flower crown are from me for Thranduil and Arieal." She held out the saddle bag with said presents attached to it or inside it.

Oropher took the bag, mildly surprised, "do you not wish to give these to them yourself?" he pressed.

"I would have had I arrived here on time, I have duties I must attend to, and I am well enough to travel the short distance, I wish the newlyweds well, I shall return as soon as I can to do so in person."

"I understand, the responsibilities of a leader, as hard as it may be, usually come first, I will let them know you have departed, I wish you safe travels."

"Thank you sire," she said with a bow of her head, she turned toward the window, but paused and looked back, "and can you relay a message to Elrond for me, if he ever have need for my assistance, to call upon me anytime." and with that she transformed into her small blue bird form. She stretched out her wings, wincing slightly, but she took off, all the same, heading homeward.