Coming into the Healing Room with a jar of fresh
salve, Master Dínendal stopped short, set the jar down,
and crossed to his patient. It took no more than a moment to confirm
what he had instinctively known.
He laid the elfs hand back on his breast, andafter
a brief prayer for the safe journey of his fëacarefully
covered his face.
As a healer, Dínendal had seen more of death than most
elves, but the strange absence of spirit in one of the First Born
still moved him profoundly. He sat down upon an empty bed and
considered the course of his patients decline. Now, he could
see thatalthough apparently lifelessuntil the elfs
heart had stopped beating, his hröa had still held
the vital spark. The bond between hröa and fëa had
been stretched... Drawn to its limit, he thought, but it
had not been severed. Not until
Master Dínendal, cried Eowyn, from behind
the silken curtain. Come quickly!
Fearing the loss of another patient, the healer rushed to her
side. To his relief, he could see immediately that Legolas
chest was still rising and falling; the elf was still alive.
He had almost gone, said Eowyn, stroking her husbands
forehead. But now he is coming back,she smiled
up at the healerhe is getting better.
Dínendal lifted Legolas hand, and felt for a pulse.
It was hard to findslow, and faintbut, yes, it was
stronger than it had been the last time he had taken it.
We must carry him outside, said Eowyn. Straight
He wants to go back to the clearingthe clearing where
we found him.
I cannot explain how, said Eowyn, and she had already
risen, and was pulling the quilt from the next bed, but
I know that his life depends upon it.