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| 6 Fourth Age: A Foul Breath; [ Patients or Healers ] | |
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| Deleted User | 21 Oct 2008, 01:40 PM Post #1 |
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King Elessar sat behind the rickety table on a straight-backed chair that squeaked in protest at his every movement. Though the scrubbed wooden table was strewn with papers, books, and herbs, the King was no closer to finding a cure. He had tried every potion and tincture that had ever worked on any illness, but to no avail. The patients in the Houses of Healing continued to worsen. There was only one thing he was certain of: he could not get sick. Aragorn had spent every free moment for the last three weeks in the Houses of Healing. He had touched the sick, spoken with them, and administered medicines. Regardless of his contact with them, he showed no symptoms himself. This was the way of the disease, though what could protect some and not others was a mystery. Aragorn pulled a list of names across the table once more. Everyone who had been admitted to the Houses of Healing was listed on this parchment. There was no rhyme or reason, no pattern that he could see: nobles and commoners, men and women, young and old. In the next room, a young woman in a violent delirium woke screaming. Aragorn left the study, taking the small bowl of cream-colored paste with him. It always helped them sleep, at least for a little while. Right now, temporary respite was the only answer. |
| Deleted User | 23 Oct 2008, 01:54 AM Post #2 |
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Being in the city of Minas Tirith usually brought joy to her spirits. Espically with how well they were fixing everything up. But since she had come here from Ithilien, all she had seen was sickness. It seems that a plague had started. Well, at the time, she didn't know it was going to be a plague. No one probably did. Eowyn was in the Houses of Healing, helping any way that she can. But there really wasn't much that she could do. In fact, she was a bit tired. Seeing the Lord Aragorn, and the look on his face, there wasn't really anything new. He went off more than likely to help another of the people that had fallen ill. Walking over to the table, she looked at a few of the papers. Healing was no something that she had gotten into, so these things made no sense. Except for the symptoms. SIghing, she lay her head on the table. SHe was just so tired. |
| Deleted User | 27 Oct 2008, 01:58 PM Post #3 |
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When Aragorn returned to the small study, the patient now sleeping peacefully, he saw Eowyn resting at the table. The constant pressure of ruling a nation was taxing enough, but while the country was so ailing, the strain was that much greater. He did not begrudge the Princess of Ithilien resting while she could. “Eowyn,” he said softly, so as not to disturb any of the sleeping patients. “What brings you to the Houses of Healing this day?” Many of Gondor’s nobles had taken to searching him out in the Houses of Healing. He was accustomed to these informal meetings in the small office. The King was concerned for his subjects living outside of Minas Tirith. Healers had gathered here, and the sick were well looked after. In some smaller villages, there was only one Healer, who was likely not immune. “And how do the residents of Emyn Arnen fare with this foul breath sweeping across Gondor?” |
| Deleted User | 27 Oct 2008, 11:50 PM Post #4 |
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Hearing the footsteps she thought them as just another person that was walking by. But then she heard the voice of the king. Raising her head from the table, she smiled. "I came to see if I could be of any help M'lord. While I know not that much of healing, nor of this sickness, I thought perhaps I could lend a hand." "We fare better than it seems here. Few have fallen ill but have been placed in an area away from others. It seems that we have a few people that, like yourself, do not seem effected by this outbreak." While it was true that she had come to see if she could help, she had also come to see if there was anything that they had learned, anything she could take back to help the people of Ithilien get through this. |
| Deleted User | 31 Oct 2008, 01:00 PM Post #5 |
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Aragorn eased himself into a chair and released a tired breath. Eowyn’s observation was correct. Few places suffered as badly as Minas Tirith. “I believe our city is so afflicted because we live in such close quarters. Thul-in-Gyrth is extremely contagious. The Healers are no closer to figuring out the cause, however, which means we are no closer to curing it.” A beleaguered expression crossed the King’s face as he motioned to all the papers scattered around the table. He had slept little this past month, and although he was accustomed to it, lack of sleep had nonetheless taken its toll. “We all help as we can. The Healers have found tasks for the very few who are immune. Just sitting with the ill in their delirium seems to ease their troubled thoughts.” |
| Deleted User | 3 Nov 2008, 03:40 AM Post #6 |
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So there had been nothing found yet. This sickness, it was something that could very well take the lives of everyone that it infected before they found a cure. And there were so few that were immune. An attack on a city like Minas Tirith at the moment would be catastrophic. "Well I will do whatever is needed." Though she should perhaps get back to Ithilien, staying here could be good as well. If there was going to be a breakthrough, she was sure it would probably be here. Her husband had not allowed her around the sick in Ithilien, so she really did not know if she was immune from this dreaded illness or not. But what good was it to hide? It was like the War all over again and she was to be caged up. But she wanted to help, wanted to be with people who probably would never survive. And the illness did not discriminate. Children had fallen ill in Ithilien, and it ripped at the White Lady's heart. |
| Deleted User | 5 Nov 2008, 04:57 PM Post #7 |
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“Eowyn,” Aragorn began, but hesitated. His gray eyes were alive with worry, and the Lady’s well-being was his only concern. His previous attempts to keep Eowyn safe had been seen by her as cloistering and caging her spirit. He could not in good conscience stay silent, however. “If you are not immune, you should not be in the Houses of Healing or Minas Tirith. The sickness is not so severe in the country. I am speaking as one friend to another, but also as a King to his Princess. Ithilien cannot lose you, Eowyn, nor can Gondor or Rohan.” This same argument, which his Lord Councilors had presented when the sickness appeared, had caused him to bristle for days. Though he appreciated their concern for their childless King, he had nonetheless come to the Houses of Healing without their approval. “I will not order you to go. I know better than others you cannot be tamed, nor is it wise for any man to try. But, Eowyn, Thul-in-Gyrth has left no survivors.” |
| Deleted User | 11 Nov 2008, 02:32 AM Post #8 |
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Eowyn couldn't help but smile. She knew he wouldn't tell her what to do as some would. They had a respect for each other, one that she only shared with a handful of people. "I understand your feelings M'lord. But people in Ithilien are sick as well. I can not just sit back and watch. " She could not just be confined to the palace and watch helplessly as people died, her people. And what if this sickness spread. Would Rohan be next? Would she have to sit by and watch as the people she grew up around died as well? "The news has reached us about that." She said in regards to the death sentence of getting this illness. "Tis another reason that I am here M'lord." She had become increasingly tired over the past few days, and while she was chalking it up to nothing, she did not want to completely rule out being sick. |
| Deleted User | 13 Nov 2008, 01:46 PM Post #9 |
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Aragorn had not expected Eowyn to back down, and in truth, he respected her all the more for it. As a friend, he would hope for nothing less. As a King, he knew his realm was in capable hands. Despite this, he could not find the strength to smile, not while such death lingered around them. “Very well then. I will instruct the Healers to bother you with the subject no more.” Eowyn’s next comment drew surprise. There was another reason she had come to Minas Tirith? A sense of dread stole over Aragorn. What was there more grave than Thul-in-Gyrth? It sprang to his mind how vulnerable Gondor was at this moment. “What is your other purpose, Eowyn?” he asked urgently. |
| Deleted User | 18 Nov 2008, 01:53 AM Post #10 |
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"Thank you M'lord." Of all the people that she had come across in the days since the War had come to Rohan, the Lord Aragorn was the one that she felt understood her the best. Because the fact that she was a woman, she had not been allowed to do much, though because of her status as the King of Rohan's niece, she had been allowed to do more than most women. But still, she had felt like she had struggled just to dress up as a rider and help. Helping people was what she wanted to do. Huh, perhaps she should become a healer. But now she came to it. The other reason why she was here. . "M'lord . . . I . . I believe I might be ill. I was helping out with some of the ill in Ithilien. . I may have contracted the illness." |
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