Several days later, Acilies woke up in the Healing House in Rivendell. He had taken on those that had dared kill his sister, the memory of his sister's lifeless body imprinted forever in his mind. Acilies, in his anger, nearly lost his own life when an arrow embedded itself into his upper back. The shock was to great and he collapsed. Slowly, he sat up.

"Feeling better?" asked the Lord Elrond as he entered into Acilies's room. Acilies shot him a glare.

"Well enough" he murmured softly, his eyes on the open window. Elrond came up beside him, looking over his wounds carefully. He removed the bandages and looked over the arrow wound. Though it had started to heal, only a fraction to either side would have killed Acilies instantly.

"The archer knew his shot but missed. You are lucky to be alive" Acilies made no reply and merely sat there, staring off. He had become a shell of who he once had been.

"Please do not do this to yourself Acilies. A messenger from Mirkwood has come to take you home. "He paused a moment then added softly," As well as Clina." Acilies face was completely blank as Elrond spoke. The elf scout made no move to say he acknowledged what Elrond said or no. a knock came to the door, followed by a young elf.

"Everything is ready Lord Elrond"

"Thank you Kynae."

It was another day before Acilies left with Eilal and the messenger back to Mirkwood. By the time they reached Mirkwood, Acilies's wound was nearly healed. He had spoke little during the time home. Acilies continued on with his scouting, though he had to relearn who to use a bow since his injury made his movements hard to complete. His friends helped him how they could, or how much Acilies would let them help him. One afternoon after Acilies had finished his tasks, he approached the king.

"My lord, I wish to go to Lothlorien. "Acilies bowed low before his lord, though his motions were still slightly slower than normal. The king looked to him then bid him rise.

"What would draw you to Lorien Acilies?"

"I seek healing your highness." Acilies kept his eyes away his Lord's for the reason he did not want his true meaning revealed.

"Very well, you have my leave. Take what you need and leave when you will." The King Thranduil stated as he watched Acilies's face. With a graceful bow, the scout left his lord's presence. Eilal met his part way.

"You mean to leave do you not?"

"Aye. This place is no longer home. I can't be sure it ever was" replied Acilies as he snatched his pack from the floor ere he began to fill it with his things. He paused a moment to pick up a small pouch. Inside the pouch was the ring and necklace Acilies had given her.

"I must leave this place" he spoke quietly then looked to his friend. Eilal sighed.

'I understand. Know that the scouts of Mirkwood will miss you."

"You mean you will miss me"

"Aye my friend. Return someday?"

"Perhaps…"