[The Fifth]

'Twas another day and another fine day for a session of healing. Taralquamegil strode once more into the chamber. Before he came in, the room has been cleaned up from all of the mayhem that Calad had caused a couple nights earlier. His roving eyes couldn't help but soften at the sight of the flowers; a beautiful thing in the midst of the plain whiteness of the room. Calad was sitting upon a chair, a new one to replace the shattered and splintered one. He was hunched over, as he always was after the accident on the tree-top, and staring dully at a piece of parchment on the desk.

The healer stepped up next to Calad's left side, looking over his shoulders at the spidery runes, Tengwar to be exact, printed in ink on it. Taralquamegil was an elf of healing, not one of writing and learning, and could not make out the writing. His voice was a bell ringing softly over the peaceful silence. "What is that you are looking at? Come now, we will continue. Did you rest well in this Last Homely House?"

Calad stood up stiffly, twisting his head so that his eyes met with the healer's.

Just then a hobbit-lass came in, her bare feet pitter-pattering on the floor. It was Collette, to be exact. She looked a bit nervous. Calad immediately set his gaze upon the small creature that he recognized. Taralquamegil did not know her, but looked gently upon her as to calm her down. ".. Can I help? Please?" pleaded the halfling.

Taralquamegil had an amused smile curving on his lips. After a brief second, he replied in his usual quiet voice, like wind in the trees, "Yes, of course. Take caution. It seems that he knows you, as well. Who are you?"

(( I apologize for powergaming, as well. And ColletteTook, your vocabulary is quite interesting and wonderful to read. I am glad of that, keep it up! ))