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| 6 Fourth Age: A Foul Breath; [ Patients or Healers ] | |
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| Deleted User | 19 Nov 2008, 02:33 PM Post #11 |
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Time halted for a moment as the words left Eowyn’s throat. Aragorn felt a tightening in his chest. It was the same dread he had felt when he had visited her in the Houses of Healing after she destroyed the Witch-king. It was the creeping sense that his friend would not be with him much longer. Aragorn put a shield over his fear and sadness. If Eowyn was ill, she did not need his pity; she needed his skills. “Tell me your symptoms, Eowyn. How long have you been tired? Have you experienced any waking dreams or night terrors?” The length of her sickness would tell him much. Aragorn braced himself to hear the very worst. Only the depths of his eyes told of his true sorrow at hearing this news. |
| Deleted User | 24 Nov 2008, 05:44 AM Post #12 |
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"I have been extreamly tired M'lord. It started two days ago. I went to wake and go about my business, and I found that it was a chore just to get up. I found myself dozing during meals. There have been no night terrors." Though if he was mentioning it, then surely that would be coming next. "I had been in the stables two days before the tiredness. There had been a rat that ran by but I thought nothing of it. That was until the first person became ill in Ithilien. It was a stable boy the very next day. He was complaining of seeing things in his sleep. . " It was the reason that she had decided to come here. First to see if a cure had been found yet, and second because this was the best place to be if you were ill. "I did not wish to worry Faramir. . " But she could almost see it in the Kings eyes. |
| Deleted User | 3 Dec 2008, 02:40 PM Post #13 |
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Aragorn took a steadying breath. The symptoms were the same. Although he did not wish to admit it, for himself and for Gondor, Eowyn was sick with Thul-in-Gyrth. There was so much he wanted to say—that a cure would be found, that she would be all right—but he could not lie to his friend. “Then I am afraid you are not one of the few immune, Eowyn, and for this I am very sorry.” Where did they go from here? His dear friend, the Princess of Ithilien was ill, perhaps only a few days from death. For a moment, Aragorn faltered under the enormity of the situation. A Healer shuffled in then, snapping the King back into the moment. She apologized and ducked out quickly, though Aragorn was grateful for the intrusion. “You will be better looked after in Minas Tirith, Eowyn. I must ask that you remain confined to the Houses of Healing. My Messengers will relay letters to Faramir and Eomer.” It was a gentle nod to her that this news would have to be treated as a matter of state before a personal blow. While they were husband and brother, Faramir and Eomer were also Prince of Gondor and King of the Mark. Aragorn would write to other heads of state, and also, he thought with some tenderness, Merry and Pippin. |
| Deleted User | 4 Dec 2008, 05:53 AM Post #14 |
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The look in his eyes told her everything that she wanted to know, and so did the small silence. She was sick, and there was no cure to be found. A part of her was glad that she had made the travel here then. For she knew that had Faramir known she was sick while still in Ithilien, he would have wanted Aragorn to look at her, and this way at least she would not be pulling him away from his duties here. But here, in the Houses of Healing, she would be well taken care of, that she knew. For when she had been touched by the feel beast, and fallen into a sleep so dark, she thought light would never come again, she had been cared for well. The healer came in and knocked her out of her thoughts. "As you wish M'lord." She could remember the last time he had 'confined' her to the Houses. She had fought with the Healers so much, though not with the conclusion she had hoped for. Though now, she would not have the companionship of Faramir to get her through the days. No, being close to him, or to her brother, it could be the very death of them. |
| Deleted User | 8 Dec 2008, 02:37 PM Post #15 |
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Aragorn stood solemnly, his eyes never leaving Eowyn’s face. He suppressed the urge to memorize every detail, in case she should never see her this healthy again. “I will leave you in the Healer’s capable hands, but I will look in as often as my schedule permits,” he promised. He hesitated, almost daring to promise that he would find a cure, but he knew that he could not say the words. There was no guarantee he would, or could, mend Eowyn or anyone else in Minas Tirith. Finally, the King tore his eyes away from his friend and passed silently from the room. His footsteps led him swiftly down the corridor and into the room stocked with dried herbs, tinctures, and potions. There would be no sleep for him tonight. |
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