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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:19:42 GMT -5
McDLT looked up and saw Primose Rushlight coming out the kitchen door. Standing up from the table, McDLT started walking towards Primrose. As McDLT is about to speak, she collapses to the ground.
Primrose ran to McDLT as Tom called into the kitchen for his brothers, Nick, Jolly, and Nibs. The four of them picked her up and followed Primrose to McDLT's room down the hall. They set her on her bed. Primrose sent Jolly to find Mrs. Flaglily, and Nibs for the doctor. Tom went and fetched a cool, damp cloth, with which Primrose patted McDLT's forehead. "What happened to her?" asked Tom. "I don't know," replied Primrose.
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:20:07 GMT -5
Elemmiire looked at Rodwen as she explained where she was from. " I know of where you speak, though I'm am not from there myself. I am from the far south." Just then McDlT stood from the table and fainted. What wrong? Elemmiire thought as Primrose disappeared into a room with McDLT.
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:20:30 GMT -5
Primrose looked worriedly at McDLT. Behind her, Tom spoke up. "Primrose... I... she... well, maybe those two other strangers might be able to help us. They're fair folk. Mister Bilbo said they know a thing or two about healin'. Perhaps we should call them in." Primrose replied, "Good idea, Tom!" She then turned to Nick. "Nick, could you go out to the common room and call in the two tall ladies in there. Perhaps they can help us." Nick nodded and left the room. He quickly found the two elves. He was awe-struck by their beauty, but quickly found his words. "My ladies, if it pleases you, Miss Rushlight asks that you follow me to speak with her."
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:21:03 GMT -5
Elemmire gets up from the table and follows the hobbit down the hall. As she walks she notices the designs on the walls and thinks what a nice little place. Elemmire looks at McDLT laying down. She kneels down beside her and feels her face, it is very hot. "Get me water please."
Tom ran out the door for the kichen just as Jolly walked in with Mrs. Flaglily. Mrs. Flaglily said nothing, but looked very worried. Tom quickly reurned with a small basin filled with cool water. He set it by Elemmiire's side. Primrose watched anxiously.
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:21:31 GMT -5
Elemmire pulled out Athelas out of her pouch and mixed it into the water while saying something inaudiable to the others in the room. It was an elvish magic she learned as a child. she then used a cloth and put it into the water, then onto McDLT's forehead. A sweet smell filled the room as McDLT awoke. "Bring me hot water please," said Elemmire. "Quickly!"
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:21:54 GMT -5
As a sweet scent stole throughout the room, Primrose forgot the frightening situation at hand. Her mind was filled with memories of her childhood: dancing in the meadows with her sister and brothers while the birds sang and the flowers blossomed; climbing the trees along the road and watching the world go by in the town below; and sitting with her friends around old Mister Bilbo as he recounted his adventures over the far-off mountains. She was called back to the present by Elemmire's voice. "Bring me hot water please. Quickly!" Primrose looked at the bed. McDLT's eyes were open. But she was visibly fading. Primrose tore down the hallway, through the commons room, and into the kitchen. "Water! I need hot water!" A kitchen maid rushed up to her, handing her a small pitcher filled with hot water and a round earthenware basin. Primrose ran back to the room, where she set the pitcher and basin next to the bed. She then returned to her place by the wall next to Tom.
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:22:40 GMT -5
Elemmire looked at the pitcher of warm water. She put a small pouch of Athelas and a strange white powder into the warm water. Then she placed her hand over the pitcher and spoke a few words and the water began twirling. "A cup please." Primrose handed her a cup and she poured the mixture into the cup. Elemmire then proped McDLT's head up as she poured the mixture into her mouth. McDLT awoke slowly and looked around the room.
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:23:36 GMT -5
McDLT sat up slowly and looked around the room. With a curious look on her face she spoke, "Who are you? What place is this? Where is Amadir?"
"I am called Elemmiire. You are among friends. This is a hobbit pub. You must rest now," said Elemmiire to the confused McDLT. McDLT repeated "Where is Amadir?" "Of what do you speak," replied Elemmiire. "You must rest."
McDLT struggled to sit up. "Amadir, my daughter! Where is she? Who took her?! COME BACK!!" With that last outburst, her skin turned pale and she collapsed again.
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:24:10 GMT -5
Primrose rushed forward and took McDLT's cold, pale hand. She shook it nervously. "McDLT! My lady!" Primrose then turned to Elemmiire. "Fair one, what shall we do?"
Elemmiire looked at Primrose. "She will be fine. She must rest. We should leave her," said Elemmiire. she stood from the bed and urged everyone out except Primrose. She then called for Rodwen to come in. The three sat near the bed. Elemmiire looked to McDLT, her pale face was frightened. She then looked to Rodwen and asked "What shall we do?"
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:24:34 GMT -5
Rodwen awoke from the trance-like state she had been in with a start at hering her name called..slowly, unwillingly leting her mind drift back to reality. She stood, striding into the other room where she assumed she had been called to..still mulling things over in her mind. Seeing the face of th' other Elf and the Stranger pale and fallen, she hesitated before dropping on th' bed beside the other and focusing her mind on what was at hand. In answer to the question of the other, she replied "What has occured here? Forgive me, but I was not...not fully attentive" She waits, tension growing in her, for the other to respond.
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:25:05 GMT -5
McDLT started to stir and moan again. Her dreams where of a dark and rainy night; she was wandering around the forest; searching, running, crying.
Primrose took McDLT's hand. It was pale and cold. Turning to Rodwen, she said, "Fair one, the lady McDLT is unwell. I do not know what it was that overcame her. She spoke of her daughter. Is there nothing to be done?"
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:27:16 GMT -5
At the grim statement from the other, Rodwen kneeled down on the carpeted floor next to the fallen woman. It would seem whatever decision was made at this point in time would be made by her; which gave her food for thought, because unless she was very much mistaken (Which was quite possible), the other elf was older then she. Pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind, she laid a hand on the brow of the woman and used the other to check for a pulse. The woman felt feverish and sweaty yet cold as ice…shaking her head, Rodwen murmured inaudibly to herself. She had never encountered anything like this before...standing, she turned to look at the others in the room before speaking. "I..I'm not entirely sure what ails her, yet I think I can find one who can help...I must take my leave of you, for now, and travel quickly. The only problem I see is that as of now I am horseless, and the journey is quicker by many days on horseback rather then on foot.." she trail off, glancing at the others too see their reactions to her slightly odd statement.
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:27:51 GMT -5
Primrose felt a surge of worry at this. Where was one to find a horse in Bywater? She thought hard. What hobbits would keep horses? She had known since she was since she was small that only one hobbit had ever been tall enough to ride a horse, and that was Bullroarer Took. But he was long since dead, and while his descendents may keep horses now for farming, Tuckborough was over half a day to the south. But this brought her another thought. She did not have to travel to Tookland to find a farming family; there was one waiting patiently in the hallway. "I shall return," she said to the Elvish ladies, then quickly slipped out the door. There she found the Cotton boys. "How fares the traveller?" Jolly inquired. "Not well, I fear." Then turning to Tom, she asked, "Tom, does your father have any horses?" "Yes," Tom replied, "three. He keeps them for plowing. Why do you ask?" "One of the other strangers says she knows one who may heal her, but the journey is many days by horse." Tom looked suspicious. "Primrose, remember what I said to you. We do not know if these strangers are to be trusted. How do we know they are not roaming horse-thieves out of the north?" Primrose could not believe her ears. "Tom, we must help McDLT! Please, ask your father if he will not loan one of his horses for a few days. Please?" Tom glared at her skeptically. For a moment, Primrose thought he would refuse, but then he said, "Ask the traveller to come with me. Nick, you run ahead and tell Father what passes. We will be with you shortly." Primrose looked gratefully at Tom. She thought she detected something of a smile on his face. She returned to the room. "My lady," she said, doing Rodwen a courtesy, "my friend asks you to follow him to the home of his father, a farmer. They live not far from here. He may be able to give you one of his horses for your journey."
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:30:16 GMT -5
McDLT started to stir and moan again. Her dreams were of a dark and rainy night; she was wandering around the forest; searching, running, crying.
Primrose took McDLT's hand. It was pale and cold. Turning to Rodwen, she said, "Fair one, the lady McDLT is unwell. I do not know what it was that overcame her. She spoke of her daughter. Is there nothing to be done?"
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Post by Eru on Jun 26, 2004 10:30:55 GMT -5
At the grim statement from the other, Rodwen kneeled down on the carpeted floor next to the fallen woman. It would seem whatever decision was made at this point in time would be made by her; which gave her food for thought, because unless she was very much mistaken (Which was quite possible), the other elf was older then she. Pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind, she laid a hand on the brow of the woman and used the other to check for a pulse. The woman felt feverish and sweaty yet cold as ice…shaking her head, Rodwen murmured inaudibly to herself. She had never encountered anything like this before...standing, she turned to look at the others in the room before speaking. "I..I'm not entirely sure what ails her, yet I think I can find one who can help...I must take my leave of you, for now, and travel quickly. The only problem I see is that as of now I am horseless, and the journey is quicker by many days on horseback rather then on foot.." she trail off, glancing at the others too see their reactions to her slightly odd statement.
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