7 Fourth Age: taking it's [toll]

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Topic Started: 3 Nov 2008, 08:40 PM (84 Views)
Deleted User	3 Nov 2008, 08:40 PM Post #1
Deleted User	Elladan had been within the Houses of Healing since the outbreak of the illness that they now called Thûl-in-Gyrth and each day since the outbreak, he fell more and more depressed. They could not cure it; he had spent many sleepiness nights reading his father’s old books until he fell asleep at the very bed or table he was sitting at. He had not gained the sickness himself, but that didn’t cause him to be any less careful. It was why he worried so much about Estel and Arwen, neither seemed to have gained the illness themselves, but Elladan had seen them both fall ill at one point or another, and it had made his heart ache then, even with the promise that they ere fine, and they would recover. Frowning a little and shutting the fifth book he had been browsing through with a annoyed thump, the Elf shook his head. He was so tired, but he couldn’t sleep, he was too worried, and he could almost feel the pain around him. So, no, he could not sleep. Pulling another book of the already large pile that he had stacked on the table, Elladan glanced up down the hall before dropping his gaze to flick through the book at a incredibly speed, reading symptoms and trying to match them before dismissing it and flicking to the next page and the next illness and the next set of symptoms. He could hear the cry of some of the patients in a few halls down and sighed, shutting the book once more and thumping his head down into the table with a groan. “This is…impossible”
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Deleted User	13 Nov 2008, 12:16 PM Post #2
Deleted User	Brewyn had hardly spent a moment outside the Houses of Healing since the outbreak of the plague. She frowned, the multitude of patients brought back painful memories. The Houses had not been this full since she had first begun working here as a healer; at that time it was filled with the dead and dying casualties of war. She doubted her family would remain untouched for much longer. She thought of Cirion, just recently returned to her. She would not survive if he did not-that much She smiled down at every one of her patients, not letting her worry show upon her face. Most were unconscience but she always felt that they could still feel the emotions around them. She doubted, anyone wanted to feel hopelessness surrounding their soul as they slept. She checked their temperatures: they were all feverish; their foreheads were almost unbearably warm to touch. After she was finished she moved out of the room. Sh had felt no symptoms as of yet despite her close proximity to the afflicted. She had rarely been sick as a child, but she doubted she would last if the disease continued to spread as it did. She strolled down the hallway only to notice that the elven lord, Elladan was pouring over various types of medicinal scrolls. "M'Lord," she said calmly. "Could I be of any service to you?"
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Deleted User	28 Nov 2008, 11:54 AM Post #3
Deleted User	It always had been difficult for Elladan to cope with things when his family was not close to him. It was all an illusion without family, without friends, and right now, Elladan could feel the pain that was slowly growing over Mina Tirith, and he did not mean the pan of the illness that had infected it’s walls. The pain of loss, of being left alone, it was everywhere he touched, and it was pulling him down also. All an illusion, without family. Estel was normally within the houses at this time, but he had not spoken to the other recently, and Arwen was someone he wished to see desperately, but he couldn’t, he needed to get somewhere, anywhere, just the slightest bit of hope, and he could relax. It was all a dream, without hope. Glancing up sharply at the soft voice that filtered through the room, his dull gaze landing on a young female and he forced a light smile to his lips and shook his head. “I am sorry to say that you are probably more help doing whatever it is you are already doing to make our patients comfortable.” Directing his gaze back down to the text he was reading for the moment, Elladan quickly shut it and pushed it away, standing soon after, looking to the female once again. “Any changes?”
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Deleted User	30 Dec 2008, 04:18 PM Post #4
Deleted User	He was frustrated with himself, she could see that. She also gathered it was not a feeling he felt often. He looked somehow lost. She guessed, she had a look similar to his as well. Most people did these days. It was look of helplessness, a plague hadn't reached the city in a long and she doubted any had had such repercussions as this one. They were fighting an invisible enemy that seemingly had no weaknesses. She had never felt more fear in the city. She listened to his reply glad that his initial reaction had changed and that he was willing to converse with her. Glad that she could escape for a little while, the utter feeling of hopelessness that filtered through the very soul of the Houses. "None have taken a turn for the worse," she said slowly, "Nor have they taken a turn for the better. Still, they are doing alright." Alright as in alive. And that, for the moment, was the best that she could hope for.
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