Meiou's eyes were closed, but light seemed to penetrate through her lids. She opened her eyes gingerly, blinking despite of the light, as she raised herself up. She looked behind her to see Ranthoron on his palette, still sleeping. Yawning widely, she stood up and rummaged around her pack for some food.

By the time Meiou was able to cook some rabbit stew, Ranthoron was awake. She went to her son's side, "How are you feeling, child?"

Ranthoron gave her a smile, a strong smile in comparison to the weak one he gave her the previous night, "I'm much better, mother." He winced, "Though that drink you gave me is giving me a headache."

"That was called whiskey. One of the Ithilien men gave it me before, he said it's used for drinking and cleaning wounds." She looked at him apologetically, "I'm sorry I had to let you drink it."

"It's alright." Ranthoron said, "What are you cooking, mother?"

"Rabbit stew." Meiou answered as she went back to the pot by the fire. "Are you hungry? Are you strong enough to eat?"

He chuckled, "I got bit on my shoulder, Mother, not my stomach." He raised himself up using his legs and his unwounded arm, and sat on his palatte. "Do we have water? I'm thirsty."

She took one of her canteens, poured some water into a bowl and gave it to her son, "I was able to fill it with Lorien's waters. They're still clean. Thank the Gods this place isn't completely defiled yet."

But Ranthoron stopped short of drinking from his bowl, and simply watched the sky mirrored by the clear water. He looked up to the forest, and saw that the river was directly under the wide blue sky. He thought hard, and turned to his mother. "Amil, what else did the poem said?"

"That we need Elanors from here and Lorien's mirror." Meiou said, pouring the soup in another bowl and setting it down a smooth rock. "But since Galadriel brought the Mirror with her, the spell would probably be worthless."

Ranthoron thought again, "But Mother… what if the 'mirror' isn't Galadriel's mirror at all? What if it's something else?"

She looked up to her son, "What do you mean, Ranthoron?"

He stood up and went by the river, looking up the morning sky as he did, then looked down at the river surface again. He pointed it to his mother, "What if… the river is the mirror? Do you remember the verse? It said, 'Pour it in Lorien's mirror with Ithil near'. Maybe we're supposed to pour it here, in Lothlorien's river, while it's mirroring the stars at night."

Meiou looked up to the sky, then down to the river, then back to Ranthoron. "Of course… of course! Galadriel's Mirror isn't just a mirror, it had Lorien's waters in it. The river… the water itself is the mirror!" She rushed into her son's embrace, "You are so smart, Ranthoron!"

He laughed, "Didn't you notice that before?"

She hit her son on his chest, as she smiled, "Of course, I knew. You were the one who figured out the Aquamarine, didn't you?"

He shrugged as his mother stood by the river's edge and placed her hands on her hip. "Well, since it's still morning, we can't do the spell yet. We'll have to wait 'til tonight."

Ranthoron nodded, "Yes. We'll do the spell tonight…"

Meiou looked at her son, "But for now, let's have some of that rabbit stew."