Sunlight streamed into the meadow that Runa laid in, throwing the bright yellow flowers into even brighter light. She couldn't say for sure how long she'd been laying in the flowers, only that she'd come across the yellow meadow and decided that it would make a perfect place to lay down and think for a while. The sunlight caught on the golden leaves and glittered above, and Runa found herself wondering whether or not it would be worth it to climb into the tree. After a while, she finally rose from her bed of flowers and made her way out of the meadow.
In the following days, Runa would find her feet leading her out of Lothlórien. She bid her friends farewell, though they were used to Runa coming and going by now, and she said goodbye to one of her friends at the border. "Will you miss me?" she would always ask him. And Runa rarely waited around for an answer, running off headfirst to her next adventure without looking behind her, though she always knew that people would be waiting for her when she returned the next time.
If Runa compared Imladris to Lothlórien, she would say that it paled in comparison. With a head of golden hair, a braid around the crown of her head like a golden halo and dressed in bright silken robes, Runa stood out amongst the darker-haired elves. She found herself spending most of her time in the library, surrounded by books and immersing herself within the faded pages. Runa could spend an entire century within the pages of a book and she would scarcely notice the time going by.
