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The Fae

Legolas was deep in his thoughts as they arrived, barely noticing the dwarf before he rudely yelled out to him.

"Fine enough that you are on a hunting trip when I arrive, but not greeting me when you return is inexcusable!" he commented.

Legolas smiled despite himself,

"I'm sorry Gimli," he replied exaggerating a bow and smirking, "please forgive."

The dwarf rumbled with laughter and said, "humbleness has never been your best quality Legolas."

"No I guess it isn't," Legolas replied looking thoughtful, "no matter, we can be humble less together."

"Speak for yourself elf, I'm as humble as they come."

The elf laughed, forcing all thoughts of his earlier actions out of his head.

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The girl was taken straight to the healers as this was imperative if she was to survive. The healers immediately set to work for what was going to be a painstakingly long procedure.

After the girl's condition was stabilised the healers left the room, leaving Legolas to care for his new 'charge'.

The healers said that her response to the healing was unusual, so it was his duty, as well as tending her, was to find out who she was, as they assured him she was no ordinary elf.  He watched her sleep soundlessly on the bed they had prepared for her, she didn't seem that different. Her eyes were closed but he guessed that was because she fainted not just fallen asleep. Her hair was different surely, cut at all different lengths with longer tresses underneath, but that could simply means she was a different race of elf. 

He got up, wondering if her clothing gave any clue to her origin.

His hands grasped around the strange cloak that the healers had pushed aside during the procedure. There were no markings or embroidery on the cloak so he could not tell where it was made, but the material was strange, nothing like his cloak or the cloak of any other elf. He looked more carefully at the colour and saw that it was just mostly covered in dirt. Not just a muddy colour as he first thought.

He wiped some of it away and saw the brilliant shine of the bronze fabric beneath. He tried to pull the cloak away from the girl to get a closer look, but her body jolted swiftly with it each time. He reached under the girl, figuring it was just trapped and was shocked to find his hand covered in blood when he retrieved it. He stared at the deep red liquid as he realised this was no cloak. It was wings.

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I know my chapters are short but I like to leave it in certain places and uploading it as soon as possible will motivate me into completing it.