Legolas kept watch over Ifran for a few days, not allowing themselves to move on until she was fully recovered. He did not want her to become ill again. Day by day, he awaited a response to the call for aid he had sent out the day of the Orc ambush. Whatever aid was coming would be here this day, he was promised. As Ifran slept in the early evening, Legolas looked up at the sound of hoof beats and cracking twigs. He stood and notched an arrow to his bow, aiming at the dense foliage before him. A few tense moments passed before Aragorn stepped forth, leading Hasufed alongside him
"Legolas! We came as quickly as possible, but there were," he paused, as if lost in thought. "Delays."
Gimli came behind him, muttering something about horses being used for transportation, how it wasn't natural for dwarves to use them, how high they were. Behind the two of them came Elf-riders from Rivendell, five dozen strong. Legolas' call had been answered.
As the night wore on, Ifran awoke to find the Elf-riders, Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas all by a large fire, talking amongst themselves. She stood and walked over to join them, sitting beside Legolas, who lightly embraced her with one arm.
"Good to see you awake for once," he smiled.
"It's good to be awake," Ifran replied.
"Something else would be good," spoke up Gimli from the other side of the fire. "More firewood. We're running low."
Ifran stood. "I will gather some, then." Legolas also stood. "You should have someone go with you. These woods are not to be trusted."
"Will you stop worrying, Legolas?" Ifran snorted, taking a few steps towards the dense forest. "I won't stray far. I'll be fine."
Legolas let her go, watching carefully as she stole into the trees.

Ifran bent to pick up fallen limbs, muttering to herself, "Legolas is always worrying about me. Drives me crazy. I love him, but sometimes it's just too much."
She stopped and stood up as a sound caught her ear. It came again, like a mix between a grunt and a wail. It sounded like a wounded creature. Ifran had a soft spot for animals, especially those that were injured or neglected. Following the noises closely, Ifran was soon far from earshot of those that remained at camp.
The grunting stopped, and in the next second, Ifran was blinded and swept off her feet. Dropping the firewood, she screamed at the top of her lungs. That's when the stench caught her nose. The Orcs had caught her.
"Legolas! Aragorn! Legolas!" she called loudly.
"Enough!" a rough voice ordered as a heavy hand met her head. Ifran fell silent as darkness consumed her.