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Subject: in the house of healing Author: pipin, amrilia [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 22:20:45 08/15/02 Thu Inside the house of healing nurse Amriala was feeling more and more pessimistic about the recovery of one 'meriadoc brandybuck'. Amriala was one of the most promising new nurses in Minas Tirith she was small and timid and once lived in the plains of Rohan. Like most girls from rohan she had been trained to ride a horse, not that she was especially gifted at riding she had been too clumsy and she had also been more interested in medicine as a child. “I ain’t too sure ab’at this halflin’, miss” spoke amriala in a deep country accent “ he ain’t lookin’ too proper” The matron sighed, Amriala may not know about spoken English but she was an excellent nurse, which is why she had been assigned to investigating this strange illness that had befallen the kings friend. The poor hobbit was beyond all help from the healers of Gondor they had no herb or method to heal this deep a fever. Yet Merry was not finished he still had some strength in him. Unfortunatly all the nurse could do was try to keep him comfortable, she held little hope for his recovery. “Nurse, how is he” asked pippin. Obviously a companion of the halfling. Amriala knew of no way to break the news. She tried to change the subject. “’E ‘as spoken much in ‘is fever m’ lord, I ‘as wroten what ‘e ‘as said” she pulled out a pad which she had had on her person. On it were written a few scrawly notes. “Na it don’ make much sense sir, but I’ll tell ya anyhow” she listed a few of merrys’ blubbering’s. “Ay oh bombadilo” she said “’Is songs ‘e bellows and ‘is friends ‘e follows” “The ‘ills rr ali….” “What!!!!, I don’t understand this doesn’t make any sense, why would merry mention Bombadil we haven’t seen him in nearly a decade” “Well I dunno, I aint got a clue who this bombadilo is” “He’s an old friend,” thought Pippin out loud “Perhaps Sam knows something about this or maybe Strider” “Well you ‘urry back sir, ‘ees not looking to good an’ oos this Strider chap” Pippin turned without answering, which Amriala though was un-thoughtful she restrained from calling after because she understood his distress. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]