Imladris

Eliriael bent down to pull some of the saffron flowers from her basket and arrange them neatly into the vase. She smiled, caressing the petals with a gentle touch before pouring some fresh water, taken from the streams, in with the flowers. She turned her head to look at the bed once again where Lord Tindir lay and noted the peaceful rise and fall of the bedding as he breathed. Content with his well-being, she returned to finish settling the flowers in and inhaled their scent deeply before rising to stand.

The pink blush of dawn began to rise across the cheeks of the dark sky as Eliriael reentered the valley. The time to blend into the shadows had passed and she placed her fingers around the rim of her hood to slowly pull her cloak away from her body. A small sigh escaped her lips, letting the fears of night pass from her and allowing the calm of the valley to fill her.