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Amriala
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Date Posted: 10:56:12 09/03/02 Tue
Amriala grew weary, all night long hobbits had been coming in and asking her questions about their friend Merry. Merry still lay there but now he was completly motionless, he had ceased talking ever since she last gave him a sedative. She had become fed up of his mutterings and unlike the hobbits felt they held no cure to his return to health. She had seen many fevers such as this back in her village of rohan. The cause of it was never discovered and no cure was known. Many of them laid in comas for years. Most people gave up on them. And so had Amriala, almost, at the present she was more concerned with making room in the house for people who could be cured. First rule of medical triage is to help those in greater need and then move on to the rest. Although Merry was in great need, there was nothing that could be done. She knew that war was brewing. And she also knew that the house of healing at minas Tirith would be the front line as far as medicine was concerned. She had friends in Rivendell who had more experience with fever and could possible help merry and Amriala was torn between her desire to help Merry by taking him to Rivendell, where she could also catch up with her friends, or to stay and help the more needy warriors and foot soldiers of the kings army. She felt that if she left now she could arrive in rivendell before the start of battle and return to minas tirith in time to help the first flood of victims. She decided that she would have to consult a person more able to make command decisions a person who had nobility, strenght and was also a brave warrior. And so off she went to find Matron.
"Ol' battle ax 'l sort it" muttered Amriala
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