Haldir, formerly March Warden of Lorien, now the same of Eryn
Carantaur, and one of the elves who had rescued the couple, pursued
Master Dínendal across the room.
The healer poured some herb-infused water into a bowl, and carefully
washed his hands. I have examined both of them, he
said, thoroughly. Lady Eowyn is, I believe, simply
exhausted with grief
Thank the Valar, muttered Haldir.
But Lord Legolas... He dried his hands. Lord
Legolas is sleeping.
That is the only way to describe it. It seems that, in
him, sleep has become a sicknessor sickness has become sleep.
The March Warden frowned. How bad a sickness?
It is a condition I have never seen before.
Bad, then, said Haldir.
Yes, I believe so. Dínendal rolled down his
sleeves. It is as though his body were sleeping because
his fëa is absent.
But that... Haldir grasped the healers arm
and pulled him out of Eowyns earshot. That would mean,
he said, softly, that Legolas is dead.
No, said Dínendal. He is most certainly
aliveas I said, he is sleeping. But just how long he can
remain in this condition, I have no way of knowing.