"You alright?" "No. I'm not. I never am when Gandalf's around." "I never caught your name." "I'm Elema. You can call me ema if you want." "Beautiful name." "Thanks." At that moment, he kissed my cheek. I became beet red in the face and looked away. Then I heard four voices at once saying my name. "Elema!" "Are you alright?" The young dwarf asked. "What happened.......?" I moaned. "You were shot down and you hit your head hard." Annalise replied. I tried to sit up. I was dizzy and I was hurting. I definitely needed help. The young dwarf helped me up and I leaned on him. Just being with him felt right. We had a nice quiet moment before we were disturbed by orcs. "Oh yay. You can put me down." "Nah. I like carrying you." "You know I'm not a huge fan of being carried by a dwarf. Especially if I'm completely fine." "Elves can be stubborn." "Not as stubborn as dwarves." "Hey!"
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