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She seemed to be very distracted by something so we decided to dismount and greet her. When we stood in front of her it took a few moments for her to notice us.
She looked human so I decided to talk to her in the common tongue.
"Hello"
She looked at me and very quickly she locked her hands behind her back.
"Umm hi, umm you wouldn't happen to know where we are would you?"
She asked us very softly, she wouldn't even look at us. It was as if she was afraid of us.
"You are near the boarders of Imladris or Rivendell in the common tongue my Lady"
At this her head shot up as if she had been startled,
"Rivendell, as in Lord Elrond's Rivendell?"
She asked rather shakily,
"You know of Imladris?"
"Yes. Umm who are you?"
"My name is Legolas son of Thranduil, and these are my companions Huor and Gildor. May I enquire of your name my Lady?"
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I was shaking, I couldn't meet their eyes. I was suddenly very aware of my awful appearance, I was filthy and until now I hadn't realized that the blood was still dripping down my arms.
Oh my Goddess I'm in Middle-Earth. How did this happen- don't panic and he's Legolas Greenleaf of the fellowship of the nine. I decided that it would be better to keep my knowledge of anything under wraps.
I could feel my body start to gently sway and my legs were going to fall out from under me. There were spots in my vision.
He was stood waiting for my name,
"Thalia, my names Thalia"
Then I collapsed.
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I could see her body start to sway and she was on the verge of collapse. She told me her name and promptly keeled over, I caught her in my arms before she made it half way to the ground.
"Your Highness"
Gildor gasped.
I looked at her and to my shock her shirt sleeves were soaked in blood. Quickly I took off her outer clothing and started to unbutton her inner shirt. Elves were not embarrassed by their bodies so that was not an obstacle. I could see no way of removing her shirt without damaging her wounds. I carefully used a knife to remove the material. As we cleaned her arms it became evident that she had not been attacked. She had done this at her own hand and for a while it seemed. Numerous white and pink scars lined not only her arms but her torso as well, from under her breasts to just above her waist. A tear rolled down my cheek as a wrapped the bandages around her arms. Self mutilation had been heard of among the Edain but it was very rare that an elf would resort to such methods.
Finally we had done all we could for her, Lord Elrond was a skilled healer and would be able to do a better job than I.
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Carefully he handed her to Gildor and mounted his horse. Settling her in front of him with one of his arms around her shoulder and one on her stomach he grasped the reigns and left for the safety of Imladris.