Ruby sat up stiffly and stretched. Standing up, she saw the milky pink and yellow of the beginning of dawn. Yawning loudly and scratching her elbow, the thought suddenly hit her, 'I'm all alone.'
And indeed she was. Confused, she began to search around the base of the tree that she had just awoken from. Indeed there were signs of life, such as four hobbit-sized imprints in the grass that showed they had been there. But there was no sign of Pippin, Merry or Fae.
"Oh great Lothlorien," she scowled, "they better not of left me here with ol' Slow Roots…" she trailed off, 'where in all Middle Earth did the ents' go?'
Feeling rather discouraged she sat back down and placed her head in her hands, "what am I to do now?"
Fae was now sitting on the ledge of a small cliff that overhung a hollow of the rivers edge. Though the sun would be rising soon, this part would stay dark for a lot of the day. She peered from behind her hiding place, (a bush of red and green) to see Merry laying, soaking wet, on the ground. She knew all too well what this place was, Melans' lair.