Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Hands of a Healer |
For Forodwaith, who over on the HASA forum requested Arwen drabbles, even better if focusing on something other than Aragorn... |
| "Glorfindel was sighted bringing them from the Ford; one they bear as though lifeless-" Elrond looks at once from the breathless Elf to his daughter; she nods and is gone. 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." |