You are facing a few Nazgûl in battle, your mind lost in darkness but still held strongly enough to keep your wits. You are cut by one of their blades. The wound weakens you but you are suddenly saved when a stallion made of water strikes the Nazgûl, forcing them to flee. You collapse from your wounds but soon find yourself in an Elven way station. When you look up, you suddenly gaze into the eyes of a beautiful Elven woman. She speaks calmly and gently. Steady yourself. You must heal first.
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