Firreiel remembered Lossen running up to her as she collapsed, fear plastered on his face. "He's so cute when he's worried," were her last thoughts before she lost conciousness. The next day Firreiel finally opened her eyes smiling a very satisfied smile. Lossen was there, looking outside the window, his posture looked sorrowful. His head bent down as he stared with blank eyes at the forest below the window. The she-elf smiled to herself thinking she might as well make the best of this very convenient situation. Silently she lays herself back on her bed, smoothing out her hair before closing her eyes again. She started with a soft moan, then a sigh, then she started to move a little "Lossen" she breathed as she pretended to come back to reality. She fought the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth, almost feeling Lossen's anxious gaze on her. "Lossen . . . " she murmured reaching her hand up a little, it met with air. Slowly she opened her eyes expecting to see Lossen almost weeping with relief. What she saw however was the stone ceiling above her, then nothing to her side. Her gaze drifted over to where Lossen still held his defeated posture at the window. "Lossen . . . " she spoke a little louder. Lossen's head came up and slowly he turned around, "Firreiel, it's good to see you awake." With that he began to leave the room. "Wait! Lossen . . ." Firreiel was at a loss for words, what just happened here? Lossen turned around an expression of sorrow was on his face, "Firreiel get up quickly and come Veduriel is not at all well." "But but" Firreiel began to get angry, "I wasn't that well off myself!" Lossen shrugged, "I know, I was the one that carried you up here. But there was never any doubt that you would swiftly recover, you were only slashed once. But Veduriel," Lossen shook his head, "Legolas is beside himself with worry and grief, come as quickly as you can." With that he shut the door as he left.
Firreiel sat there for half an hour contemplating what just happened. Suddenly, without warning, she picked up a delicately crafted vase by her bedside containing a sprig of lily-of-the-valley and threw it as hard as she could at the door. It immediately shattered leaving the flowers in a spray on the tiles. Slowly she got out of bed and carefully bent down to pick the flowers up. "Worried about Veduriel? I'll give you something to worry about," she murmured as she buried her nose in the fragrant blossoms
Meanwhile:
Deep in the forests of Mirkwood Saurheledion emerged from the foliage. For once the thorny plants all around the forest had helped him hiding him from the prying eyes of scouts sent out to track him down. Now the plant had done its work and saved his life. Slowly with the help of a nearby sapling he gained his feet and slowly began to walk towards the palace.