"Legolas?" I whispered. "Hmmmm?" he replied tiredly. " My wound opened up again." I say. The white-blonde elf bolts up and looks at me fright in his blue eyes. "Quickly, roll over and let me look." says nervously. I roll over and lift the hem of my shirt. The gash is long and deep, made from the Pale Orcs claw. Legolas placed a bit of Atheles on it and muttered a spell in Sindarin. I started to black out. "Jay, stay with me, just a few more minutes, darling, just hold on." he whispers.
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RandomBluejay Redhawk was kidnapped by Azog the Defiler when she was 1200 years of age. Now 2500, she escapes when Sylvan elves raid Dul Guldur. She soon starys falling for the dashing prince Legolas, but will death do them part?
