[Nerindel]

Taurëwen walked silently from the main Atrium to the Halls of Healing, Small gems in the intricately carved walls twinkled in the flickering light of the torches that lined the walls, as she passed, till finally she came to the large wooden doors of the halls, she smiled at the familiar sight of the woodland creatures that made up the carvings on the large green doors. She ran her hands across a carving of a majestic stag, before clutching the silver ringed handles and pulling the doors open.

The circular room was filled with the smells of fresh herb's and wild flowers, Incense and sweet perfumes burned to give the room a relaxed and calming effect, the walls were lined with shelves that held everything from Pestles and mortars to drying herb's and bottles of freshly prepared tinctures. There were three smaller wooden doors in this room the first was always opened and lead to the room of recovery a fairly spacious room that housed six beds, but could easily accommodate more if the need arose. At that time the room only housed two patients, A young lad who had unfortunately fallen from a tree while playing, and broken his leg, the other was a scout who had, had a rather nasty encounter with a black spider. It had taken many of them to counter the poison that coursed though his veins, he was very lucky to be alive. As she peeked in she saw that they both slept soundly.

The second door was the Lore room, the shelves in this room were lined with books and parchments describing every ailment and how best to treat them, as she near the door she could hear the busy scratching of quill on parchment, apprentice healers spent most of their time in this room, "Tarfolgin" her mothers voice whispered from behind her, "Does he ever rest" she grinned turning to face her mother. Her red were still puffy and red but she was no longer crying. "I remember you spending nearly as much time, if not more in that very same room during your apprentice years." she said smiling apon the grown woman who was her youngest child.

Taurëwen notice the Green woven satchel that her mother clutched in her hands. Nieninque seeing her daughters puzzled look, held it out to her, saying "It contains everything that you may need." Taurëwen carefully opened the flap of the satchel and looked inside, her mother had painstakingly selected every herb, root and Elixir she thought her daughter would require on her journey, Taurëwen was just about to close the bag when she saw a small leather bound bottle, "What's this?" she said frowning slightly, "Poison for your arrows" her mother answered innocently, "No! I will not us this" she cried thrusting the bottle into her mothers hands, "We have both seen how this works, slowly kill it's victim from the inside, No, I will not see any creature even my enemies die in this horrible way." her mothers eyes now beamed with pride, she had been worried that her daughter sought revenge for her brothers disappearance and feared that all her daughters kind and gently qualities would be lost to that emotion, but she was wrong and she was glad. she pulled her daughter into a tight embrace, whispering "Come join us for supper?"

"But I ...." Taurëwen started to answer but her mother put up a gentle hand to stop her, "Your Father has seen to your gear, now come Supper is ready. Taurëwen had a wonderful supper with her parents, her father telling her what to expect in the woods beyond the borders, even though he know full well she had been beyond the borders many times. her mother all through supper reminded her how to treat arrow wounds and sword wounds, spider bites and spider poisons all of which she knew off by heart, but she was happy to let her parents fuss over her, she knew it was their way to hide the worry they felt.

When supper was over she excused herself and went to the room that they kept for her, though she rarely used it. There on her bed was her pack and as her mother had said, it was already packed, she opened it to make sure everything was there, Lembas, dried fruits and nuts, a pair of beech grey leggings and two spare tunics, spare arrowheads and feathers, several water skins, as healer she needed more for cleaning wounds, rope and a few other things her father thought necessary. once satisfied she closed it and went to get her cloak, it was double lined one side was silvery grey and the other was forest green, she decided she would wear the silvery grey side as the first part of their journey would undoubtedly take them through the great silver beech trees that ringed their home.

She slipped the satchel her mother gave her over her left shoulder, so the bag part sat comfortably by her right hip, her sword she already wore on her left side and her long knife sat securely in the right side of her belt, she strapped on her quiver and clasped on her cloak, throwing the left side over her back so her quiver remained uncovered. She then threw on her light pack and grabbed her bow.

Her Parents were waiting for her, they said warm farewells then Taurëwen made her way silently along the passageways to the great door and across the bridge to the designated meeting place, where the other three female elves already waited.