Chapter 6
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We road for many days. Finally we reached Lothlorien, but by that time, Earendil could barely hold herself on horse, because of how much blood she had lost. When we arrived she was rushed to the healing powers of the Lead Elf. Unfortunately, he had not the skill for this type of wound. Luckily, a ranger named Aragorn had been visiting with his friends Lothlorien at the time and the Lead Elf sent me to get him. I lead him to the bed they had put her in.
"Is she going to die?" I asked with a voice that was heavy with a Scottish accent, which was surprising, because not one of my relatives is Scottish.
"I'm not sure, but I'll do everything in my power to prevent it." He said.