Anarya nodded at his reply, not knowing quite how to answer.
The Healer came back with the poultice and applied it to Mornovarion.
"There," He said smiling, "That ought to do it," He turned to Anarya wiping his hands on his aproun, "How do you know this elf?" He asked.
"He's, um, my third cousin's son," She said with a fake smile, as she thought up the lie quickly, "From southern Mirkwood."
The healer looked at her warily, "Yes, I see. Well, he ought to have some rest now,"
"Alright, I'l stay here," Anarya said with the same pasty grin.
The healer nodded and walked off.
Anarya turned back to the elf, "Now we'll figure out what to do after you rest for a while, now don't go talking in your sleep of such matters that you just informed me of,"
Mornovarion nodded and closed his eyes.
Anarya rubbed her forehead wearily. She was getting a headache very quickly. How ever were they going to get out of this one.
She wished Novannon was there so she wounldn't be the only one to carry this information...
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Snow white! Snow White! O' Lady Clear! O' Queen Beyond the Western Seas!
O' light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees!
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