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Nerindel · 07-19-2003, 08:31 PM

March 16th

when they had taken Elleredan to the houses of healing one of the healers had bustled him away from the others, so that she could treat his wounds, Sorlas protested bitterly; "I am fine, I must see to my friend" he said in the end, but he did not look at the woman who was now leading him to another part of the hall, instead his gaze watched the others as Elleredan was carried into another room. Sorlas was right to be worried on their ride back to the halls Elleredans pallor had greyed and the wound looked to be infected, suddenly the healers soft calming voice reached his ears "He is in good hands Ranger, the healers of these halls are quite skilled." her words comforted him a little but still he could not help but worry, He had already lost three of his companion's and another was missing, he held little hope that they would find Herevion alive.

He winced as the healer washed out his wounds with salted water, "you are lucky, these wounds are not life threatening, but they will scar" she said sadly with pity in her soft blue eyes , At these words he looked down on her and taking her head in his hands he answered softly "Nay lady, do not pity me, save it for those who's loved ones shall not return and I prey thee do not pity the dead for they have set down their lives with valour and honour that we may be at last free from this evil." The healer turned her head away as he let her go, "I hear your words but I can not see how we can defeat this foe?." "with hope my lady, with hope, for that is all that we have" he replied gently.

The young healer now work silently as she saw to his wounds, she had to cut away the leg of his trousers to strap up his thigh, while she worked Sorlas watched her in awe of her talents, and if he survived this war he had thought to return and seek this young woman out and ask her to teach him her skills. After his leg was strapped up and his facial wound tended, the healer called for a young lad to bring fresh trousers for him. "That will not be necessary I will get my own spare from my pack when I return to my horse," he got up and started to limp for the door, when he felt the healer grasp his shoulder firmly, more firmly than he would have expected of her, and in even firmer tones she said "I am afraid not, the nature of your wounds requires that you remain here until we can be sure that no infection has set in, " "But.." he began "I will not hesitate to have a guard set apon you to make sure you remain" she broke in resolutely. Seeing that her mind was set, he slumped his shoulders and nodded his assent, "But I shall not sit here idly and wait to be discharged, while I am still able to help others, please my lady, I am but a novice healer but if I can help I will."

She smiled warmly at him and nodded, "Any aid that a Ranger can give will be of great help indeed." So it was that for the rest of the day Sorlas helped to treat the wounded, that where brought to the halls.

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March 17th

The next morning Sorlas was woken by the young healer who had tended his wounds, her face was grave, "What is it my Lady, what has happened" he asked earnestly. "It is your friend, his wound was worse that first thought, infection had set in and he is now asking to see his companions, The others are already with him. Sorlas jumped from his bed and quickly dressed and followed her to Elleredan's room, She stopped at the door but did not enter instead she opened the door and let him through then quietly she closed it behind him, Leaving the four companions alone with their dying friend.

[ July 21, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]

07-19-2003, 08:31 PM	#1
Nerindel Spirited Weaver of Fates Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: In an endless sea of dreams! Posts: 827	March 16th when they had taken Elleredan to the houses of healing one of the healers had bustled him away from the others, so that she could treat his wounds, Sorlas protested bitterly; "I am fine, I must see to my friend" he said in the end, but he did not look at the woman who was now leading him to another part of the hall, instead his gaze watched the others as Elleredan was carried into another room. Sorlas was right to be worried on their ride back to the halls Elleredans pallor had greyed and the wound looked to be infected, suddenly the healers soft calming voice reached his ears "He is in good hands Ranger, the healers of these halls are quite skilled." her words comforted him a little but still he could not help but worry, He had already lost three of his companion's and another was missing, he held little hope that they would find Herevion alive. He winced as the healer washed out his wounds with salted water, "you are lucky, these wounds are not life threatening, but they will scar" she said sadly with pity in her soft blue eyes , At these words he looked down on her and taking her head in his hands he answered softly "Nay lady, do not pity me, save it for those who's loved ones shall not return and I prey thee do not pity the dead for they have set down their lives with valour and honour that we may be at last free from this evil." The healer turned her head away as he let her go, "I hear your words but I can not see how we can defeat this foe?." "with hope my lady, with hope, for that is all that we have" he replied gently. The young healer now work silently as she saw to his wounds, she had to cut away the leg of his trousers to strap up his thigh, while she worked Sorlas watched her in awe of her talents, and if he survived this war he had thought to return and seek this young woman out and ask her to teach him her skills. After his leg was strapped up and his facial wound tended, the healer called for a young lad to bring fresh trousers for him. "That will not be necessary I will get my own spare from my pack when I return to my horse," he got up and started to limp for the door, when he felt the healer grasp his shoulder firmly, more firmly than he would have expected of her, and in even firmer tones she said "I am afraid not, the nature of your wounds requires that you remain here until we can be sure that no infection has set in, " "But.." he began "I will not hesitate to have a guard set apon you to make sure you remain" she broke in resolutely. Seeing that her mind was set, he slumped his shoulders and nodded his assent, "But I shall not sit here idly and wait to be discharged, while I am still able to help others, please my lady, I am but a novice healer but if I can help I will." She smiled warmly at him and nodded, "Any aid that a Ranger can give will be of great help indeed." So it was that for the rest of the day Sorlas helped to treat the wounded, that where brought to the halls. ++++++++++++++++++ March 17th The next morning Sorlas was woken by the young healer who had tended his wounds, her face was grave, "What is it my Lady, what has happened" he asked earnestly. "It is your friend, his wound was worse that first thought, infection had set in and he is now asking to see his companions, The others are already with him. Sorlas jumped from his bed and quickly dressed and followed her to Elleredan's room, She stopped at the door but did not enter instead she opened the door and let him through then quietly she closed it behind him, Leaving the four companions alone with their dying friend. [ July 21, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ] __________________ "Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live" ~ Mark Twain.