7 Fourth Age: Hands of a Healer [MP]

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Deleted User	26 Jan 2009, 02:14 PM Post #11
Deleted User	A brilliant smile spread over Aragorn’s lips and ignited his eyes as Eolystan explained the origin of the soup, and therefore, the cure. All the riddles of the past nine months suddenly pieced together, and the mystery of Thul-in-Gyrth was solved. “Uraes,” he mused, “formerly not known to have had any curative properties will now be a staple in our Houses of Healing.” Aragorn remembered the biting flavor of the red spice; the way it caused the throat to burn, eyes to water, and skin to sweat. He had used it many years ago, while traveling through Harad on errands for Gandalf and after the defeat of Umbar with Thengel. “I see a pattern in the few of us who are immune. It is mostly men who have travelled in the Sunlands and eaten their food, which as you say, commonly use uraes. The few women and children who are immune are merchant and diplomat families.” The only question remained of how much uraes could be found within Minas Tirith. It was not commonly used because of the high cost of exporting it to Gondor. Still, each wealthy family and inn might have a small amount for special meals when entertaining Haradrim visitors. “Eolystan,” the King said, leading the Healer back into the corridor and away from the patient. “Send out runners to gather this herb from every house, inn, and business in Minas Tirith. Begin giving this soup to those who are most ill. I fear we will still not have enough for everyone. I will arrange a party to go collect uraes from the banks of the River Harnen where it grows.” Aragorn had turned towards the Citadel, where he had happy news to write to the Kings of Middle-earth. He paused in his euphoria, however, wanting to return to Eowyn to tell her that he had kept his promise and a cure was found. But he could not delay a moment, nor did he think she would want him to. An hour could mean the difference between life and death. “See that the Lady Eowyn receives this cure at once. If we have not enough uraes for all those who are ill, then let hope be their medicine until we can obtain more herbs.” As he climbed the sloping path to the seventh level, his mother’s voice echoed in his mind. i-Estel Edain. The burden had lain heavily on Aragorn from childhood. This time, he had nearly failed in his mission. Like ever, he had come back from the brink. And like ever, he would become a greater man for it. Translations: uraes = a fictional herb literally meaning “fire food” ; i-Estel Edain = The Hope of Men.
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Deleted User	26 Jan 2009, 11:50 PM Post #12
Deleted User	Éolýstan received the King’s instructions with a calm expression painted on his face, having managed to regain control of himself by now, in spite of the feeling of lightness that the joy had filled him with still being present. He nodded to confirm the King’s theory concerning immunity. It was very likely, yes. His own grandmother had been of Haradrim origin, thus he had been presented to many receipts containing uraes during his childhood. Therefore, he too had been immune to the disease. He bowed to his sovereign as he received the last order about informing Éowyn right away. Éolýstan himself had seen the haunted expression that had lingered in the Princess’ face when he had passed her in the hallways now and then these last nine months and he would be glad if her pain could be eased. As the King disappeared through the doorway, Éolýstan quickly turned away, taking long steps as he went through the corridors in search for some young apprentices who could do as runners. The atmosphere outside the patients’ rooms was vibrant and the volunteers and the Healers now allowed themselves to speak in loud voices using words such as “cure” and “miracle”. Turning around a corner, he stumbled upon a group of young boys who served in the Houses of Healing, studying to become Healers themselves some day. He told them what they needed to know about the new discovery and gave them instructions on where to ask for the herb. ”It is very important that you make great haste, understood?” As the younglings nodded to show that they understood the message, Éolýstan sent them off trusting that their eagerness would make their steps swift. He too had no time to waste, thus rushing on to the kitchen in order to check how much ureas they had to their immediate use. On his way he gathered a minor group of Healers. Many of them had indentified the cure as well by then and they were happy that their suspicion was now confirmed as he told them about Díorë’s discovery. They spread after a short while, each returning to their duties. Éolýstan sought out the kitchen matron, having to wake her from her sleep in order to tell her about the effect that her cooking had had and to ask her whether it was possible for her to make more of the soup. The dear middle-aged woman sprang to her feet, barely able to stand due to the bliss that filled her heart. She too had family members who were deceased and she could not believe that her receipt had been the answer to all of the riddles. He took a deep breath before attending to the last of the tasks that had been appointed to him; informing Éowyn on the finding of the cure. He had often seen her by the side of a copper-headed Hobbit and therefore he went to seek for her in Milo Brandybuck's chamber. As he went, he could not help feeling slightly proud, being part of this.
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