Chapter 9
A lark was heard overhead, waking Aurora from her restful sleep. The smell of tea mingled with the morning fresh air assaulted her senses. She was alone, no one to be seen. Were the happenings of last night all a dream? No, the fire was still alive with a kettle on top. The elf must have left early this morning. Aurora sat up and scanned the premises quickly. Seeing the large protective boulder, she felt an urge to climb it to see her surroundings, and felt as if Legolas would have the same urge. She found a wooden bowl and poured herself some elvish tea then headed for the stone. She climbed it slowly as not to spill the hot liquid and when she arrived her efforts were gratified. A cool breeze swept over her and cleared every worry from her head. There was her prince, Legolas, perched at the edge of the glorious rock, looking attentively at everything that surrounded him.
"Good morning, Legolas." She cheerfully greeted.
"Ah, so she is alive," Legolas chuckled softly. "And you found the tea as well. I'm glad, it will give you strength."
"Thank you for brewing it. It does me good. Would you like some as well?" she offered.
"No, no, it's alright. I'm fine without it." He smiled and turned back to the breathtaking scene in front of them.
"It is beautiful, isn't it?" She whispered in wonderment. Only silence answered her. "Legolas?" she called, but he bolted down the hill swiftly. She followed him quickly and then realized that a smile, and not worry was expressed on his features. She slowed down to a walk, but continued to climb down the jagged rocks.
Once Aura had arrived to the bottom, she found Legolas embracing a disheveled man with wild tangled dark hair. When they separated, Aurora saw the man's clear blue eyes and terror engulfed her, fearing the loss of her identity.