Standing your ground, you shield Frodo and the Ring from the Nazgûl. One of them lunged forward, it's blade sliced deep across your torso. Stumbling back, you were losing a lot of blood, your vision grew dim. When Aragorn and the others managed to drive the Ringwraiths away, the world around you started to fade.

When you finally came to, everything was different; you were now in Rivendell, laying in a silken bed. Legolas had stayed by your side, relief washing over him when you awoke.