For Forodwaith, who over on the HASA forum requested Arwen drabbles, even better if focusing on something other than Aragorn...
Opening and closing the herbary's many drawers with deft speed, Arwen lists methodically:
Willowbark, for fever; nettle, for bleeding; athelas, for-
Do not name it. She straightens up. All is ready.
Hinges creak: she looks round, then down.
"From the Ford?" The normally cheerful voice quavers. "Is-is it Frodo?..."
She drops to one knee beside him, takes the small cold hands in hers.
"Have courage, Bilbo. Here there is healing."