When you were on the floating city, one of the orcs wounded you, the pain was intense so you were held on the table while she has her hands on your waist, on the wound from the orc's sword, muttering one of the Elven spells that you don't know yet because you still you weren't taught that, you young Elf.

"God! That hurts!" you hiss trying to break free but you are held down by the others and your older brother Legolas