Aural slept for a while, then Legolas woke her.
"Aural, "he said, "wake up. We must bandage your wound. We cannot let it bleed for too long."
"You are right." she replied, sitting up.
They paused for moment, letting the soft crackling of the fire and whistling of crickets overtake them. A distant elven chorus echoed from afar. The moonbeams shone brilliantly through the trees, glistening like diamond water.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Aural said at last.
"Yes. It is.." Legolas replied, his voice fading to somewhere far off.
"Well, I must apply this directly to your wound." he continued.
"Alright." She said, undoing her outwear and lifting her shirt to just under her breast.
A drop of sweat formed on legolas' forehead as he began to wrap the gauze around her chest.
"This night has a strange air about it. What is it called?" he asked.
"It is the same moon you see from the north, but here it is called Icemoon, "she replied, "it posses a deep magic marking the occurrence of great evil."
"Hm…" Legolas grunted, paying more attention to wrapping her wound. True, she was beautiful, but then again, all elves were. But somehow, she stood out, as if he had known her all his life, yet he was just meeting her this very moment.
He finished bandaging her and she put her tunic and cloaks back on and laid back. Legolas lay down and closed his eyes for no more than a minute when he heard footsteps echoing in the earth. He and Aural both sat bolt upright, took a quick glance at each other, then ducked just in time for a 17-year-old boy to make a desperate leap over them and fall flat on his face on Revlis.
Revlis awoke and they both stared for a moment.
"Revlis!" the boy gasped.
"Chad!" she replied.
And immediately they began hugging, leaving Legolas and Aural speechless.
