I wake up with an intense pain in my shoulder. I blink my eyes open to see clearly, turning my head as I do. My heart sinks with dread. I pull the collar of my shirt down to look at my shoulder and collarbone, almost shrieking at the pain the small movement causes me.

My hand soon drops back limply to my side, my strength too little to keep it up.

"Legolas." I croak, my voice betraying my weakness. "Legolas help me." I fade off at the end; the effort of saying those few words alone is exhausting.

My sight is beginning to blur again. It is not like losing consciousness, it is almost like I am gaining a new sight as I lose my old one, and my new sight makes everything look blurry and dark.

The most terrifying thing is that I can feel the Witch King searching for me. It is like he is drawn to my wound. I shiver, fear and terror beginning to grip me. Is this really how I am going to die? I will fail everyone?

This thought, the thought of failing everyone, is what pushes me to force myself into a sitting position beside the pain. I attempt to stand up and walk to my companions, but I collapse to my knees almost instantly as I get my feet under myself.

Unable to think of anything better, I pick up a lump of soil and throw it lightly at Legolas's head. He bolts upright in an instant, eyes flitting through the trees for a threat.

"Legolas." I say again, my voice coming out as a whisper even though I had meant to shout.

He lowers his bow that I had not even realized he pulled out, and looks at me in confusion. With great effort, I drag one of my hands to point next to me at the morgul blade.

Whatever had just happened to me, it had not been only a dream.

Legolas moves lightly to my side, careful to avoid the blade. He crouches down at my side.

"Where are you hurt?" he asks seriously.

I reach my hand up to the collar of my shirt again. "Collarbone." I mutter.

Legolas hesitates. "May I?" he asks.

I nod my head very slightly.

He gently pulls the collar of my shirt down, revealing the ugly stab wound. The black lines weaving under my skin like a grid have already moved farther along than minutes before when I looked at them. I can see concern in Legolas's eyes, but he covers it up quickly.

"How did this happen?" he asks me urgently.

"Mmmmn." I mumble incoherently, shutting my eyes. I am so tired; it is like the wound is draining all of my energy from my body.

"Arra." Legolas says, louder. "You need to stay awake. I need you to stay awake for me. Can you tell me how this happened to you?" he asks again.

"It happened...in a..dream." I get out. My words are becoming hard to form. "I need water... I can...heal..." my mouth stops cooperating with my brain, and I am unable to finish my sentence.

Legolas seems to understand though. He stands up and quickly wakes the other three. When he strides back over to me though he has water. I open my hand that until now had been clenched at my side, and hold it out to him, hoping he understands that I want him to pour the water onto it.

I have never attempted to heal myself from poison before; I just hope this will work.

Legolas pours a thin stream of water into my outstretched palm, and almost of its own accord, the water begins to slither up my arm. It glides along my arm towards the wound as if it is a magnet, and soon all of the water has formed a thin layer, almost like a second skin, over the stab wound. The water begins to glow a brilliant blue color, causing my companions all to take a few hesitant steps back.

My collarbone begins to feel warm and tingles slightly. The temperature rises substantially, soon becoming unbearably hot. Just when I think I cannot stand it any longer, the pain disappears and the water stops glowing, falling back to the earth and soaking into the soil. I move my shoulder experimentally and feel no pain, and when I look down there is nothing more than a jagged pink scar from where the blade had punctured my skin.

I look up at the others, hoping I had not made them fear me by using my powers in front of them. It happened a lot in the village. My gift made me a bit of an outcast.

"Well there is no doubt now that she can help the King, is there?" Raenor says, lightening the mood a bit.

I smile at him graciously.