Salvation

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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. After all
the only human I knew that could speak elvish was Estel.

"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, and 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 ElronRiveRivendell?" 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?"

I was shaking, I couldn't meet their eyes, until now I hadn't realised 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 underwraps.

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 name,

"Thalia, my names Thalia". Then I collapsed.

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, ughtught 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 a to remove the material. Huor had thrown me a few bandages. 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 her bandages. 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 he.

Carefully he handed her to Gildor and he 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.