The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum - View Single Post

mark12_30 · 09-30-2003, 09:33 PM

Mattius gathered a corner of his cloak in one arm, making a fair-sized pocket, and began scooping up large handfuls of moss.

LinGalad cleared his throat, blinked through several tears and replied, "Yes, Lady Peachblossom. We will do all that we may. " Searching hurriedly for ferns, he found the right type, and began ripping them up by the handfuls, singing softly as much to soothe his own fears as to soothe the towering, wounded tree-creature. Endereth came forward with a cloak-corner full of grasses, spoke soothingly to Peachblossom, and called for water.

Mattius glanced at Avery. "The chains?" Avery began scanning the clearing. No hammer, no anvil, and no fire... her heart sank. But she searched all the harder.

Kalir came forward with his bottle of water, and Radagast took several bottles and went to a nearby stream to fill them, but with a snort, Mattius simply stepped to the stream and immersed his cloak-pocket full of moss. LinGalad brought the ferns, Endereth the grasses, and before long they had made a larger batch of poultice than LinGalad had ever seen before.

Radagast spoke with the towering enigma as the three elves busied themselves poulticing her wounds. "How will we bind the herbs in place?" Endereth wondered aloud, and was surprised to find Ajada at her elbow.

"Will this help?" She was holding out her precious package of reserve paper, glancing nervously up at the Entwife.

"Oh, Ajada. Yes. Yes, it will. We can put sheets of the paper over the poultice, and tie it on with some of these runners." Kalir looked where Endereth pointed, and began pulling up the creeping viney roots. They were soft and pliable, but strong.

Ajada waited as Kalir brought handfuls of roots, and held out sheets of her paper, one by one. Endereth smoothed the paper over the poultices, and then tied them in place with the roots. Peachblossom's running sap began to adhere to the paper and dry, adding additional strength to the drying paper.

Kalir studied Ajada, but she was focused entirely on the tree-lady before her. "Will you be all right?" she asked. LinGalad glanced up; she was voicing his own fears. The wounds were cruel and terrible. He kept singing.

Peachblossom turned her strange green eyes toward Ajada, and hesitantly and slowly replied, "I do not know, little man-lady. But I am beginning to hope so."

Ajada helped Endereth smooth the paper-edges against her bark, and Kalir thought that she was fighting back tears. He decided not to say anything.

"Maybe between those rocks, and maybe a sword..." said Avery, pointing towards two large boulders, and gesturing nervously at Mattius' sword.

"Not the sword, " groused Radagast. "All right, you young lads, gather round." He motioned Peachblossom toward the two boulders. They laid one of her chains across the larger boulder, and then Mattius, Kalir, LinGalad, and Endereth surrounded the smaller boulder.

"Not without me, " said Calentoliel, coming forward. Anarya joined her.

"You hold the Entwife out of the way, and protect her, " snapped Radagast in return. Calentoliel and Anarya looked up dumbfounded at the huge Entwife, glanced at each other and wondered how they were supposed to hold a tree out of the way of a rock. Before either Calentoliel or Anarya could think of anything, the boulder smashed down onto the chain, bursting it, and narrowly missing the Entwife as it bounced towards the stream. LinGalad dodged out of its path.

"Now what about the other three chains?" muttered Kalir.

[ September 30, 2003: Message edited by: mark12_30 ]

09-30-2003, 09:33 PM	#114
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	Mattius gathered a corner of his cloak in one arm, making a fair-sized pocket, and began scooping up large handfuls of moss. LinGalad cleared his throat, blinked through several tears and replied, "Yes, Lady Peachblossom. We will do all that we may. " Searching hurriedly for ferns, he found the right type, and began ripping them up by the handfuls, singing softly as much to soothe his own fears as to soothe the towering, wounded tree-creature. Endereth came forward with a cloak-corner full of grasses, spoke soothingly to Peachblossom, and called for water. Mattius glanced at Avery. "The chains?" Avery began scanning the clearing. No hammer, no anvil, and no fire... her heart sank. But she searched all the harder. Kalir came forward with his bottle of water, and Radagast took several bottles and went to a nearby stream to fill them, but with a snort, Mattius simply stepped to the stream and immersed his cloak-pocket full of moss. LinGalad brought the ferns, Endereth the grasses, and before long they had made a larger batch of poultice than LinGalad had ever seen before. Radagast spoke with the towering enigma as the three elves busied themselves poulticing her wounds. "How will we bind the herbs in place?" Endereth wondered aloud, and was surprised to find Ajada at her elbow. "Will this help?" She was holding out her precious package of reserve paper, glancing nervously up at the Entwife. "Oh, Ajada. Yes. Yes, it will. We can put sheets of the paper over the poultice, and tie it on with some of these runners." Kalir looked where Endereth pointed, and began pulling up the creeping viney roots. They were soft and pliable, but strong. Ajada waited as Kalir brought handfuls of roots, and held out sheets of her paper, one by one. Endereth smoothed the paper over the poultices, and then tied them in place with the roots. Peachblossom's running sap began to adhere to the paper and dry, adding additional strength to the drying paper. Kalir studied Ajada, but she was focused entirely on the tree-lady before her. "Will you be all right?" she asked. LinGalad glanced up; she was voicing his own fears. The wounds were cruel and terrible. He kept singing. Peachblossom turned her strange green eyes toward Ajada, and hesitantly and slowly replied, "I do not know, little man-lady. But I am beginning to hope so." Ajada helped Endereth smooth the paper-edges against her bark, and Kalir thought that she was fighting back tears. He decided not to say anything. "Maybe between those rocks, and maybe a sword..." said Avery, pointing towards two large boulders, and gesturing nervously at Mattius' sword. "Not the sword, " groused Radagast. "All right, you young lads, gather round." He motioned Peachblossom toward the two boulders. They laid one of her chains across the larger boulder, and then Mattius, Kalir, LinGalad, and Endereth surrounded the smaller boulder. "Not without me, " said Calentoliel, coming forward. Anarya joined her. "You hold the Entwife out of the way, and protect her, " snapped Radagast in return. Calentoliel and Anarya looked up dumbfounded at the huge Entwife, glanced at each other and wondered how they were supposed to hold a tree out of the way of a rock. Before either Calentoliel or Anarya could think of anything, the boulder smashed down onto the chain, bursting it, and narrowly missing the Entwife as it bounced towards the stream. LinGalad dodged out of its path. "Now what about the other three chains?" muttered Kalir. [ September 30, 2003: Message edited by: mark12_30 ] __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.