She is over there.
Haldir pointed to the far corner of the Healing Room, which had
been closed off with silken curtains. His companiona small,
stout, middle-aged woman with a kindly facenodded. I
will do my best.
Hentmirë reached for the curtain, hesitated, then asked,
quietly, Eowyn? May I come in?
When there was no answer, she slowly lifted the corner, and peeped
inside. Oh, Eowyn! She ducked under the silk
and, pulling up a chair, sat down beside her friend. How
Legolas was lying on his back with his arms folded across his
chest. Hentmirë, who had watched over his double in the camp
at Emyn Arnen, and knew how an elf looked when in healing sleep,
could see that this was something very different, and very serious.
Her heart sank, but the little woman still had a job to do. Eowyn,
she said, trying to sound firm, if you would like to go
outside for a moment or two, and get some fresh air, or if you
want a quick wash and a change of clothes, I will be happy to
sit with Legolas.
Eowyn seemed unaware of her.
Haldir, Hentmirë persisted, is
worried because, he says, you have not eaten anything since
they brought you back here. You must keep your strength up, Eowyn,
or,she closed her eyes, crossing her fingers behind
her backwhen Legolas wakes up, you will be too tired
to take care of him.
Eowyn had not heard her stretch the truth.
Well, said Hentmirë, desperately, at least
rest a while. There are plenty of beds
Yes, thought Hentmirë. I have reached her!
I cannot leave him, said Eowyn, hoarsely,
not for a moment. He needs me, Hentmirë. He needs me
here, so that he can find his way back!