A Time For Change
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Memories
Chapter Two
Memories
Elrond nodded to the group of healers and students gathered around the table where he was discussing the uses of new herbal plants recently procured from the southern areas beyond Khand and Harad. He picked up a dried bulb shaped plant with long slender leaves and a single bulbous shaped flower head
“We do not know what their full potential will be as of yet, but our source indicates this one causes a deep sleep when given in small distilled amounts. We understand it can prove fatal if large amounts are used so great care has to be exercised. It should prove helpful in cases where surgery is necessary or wounds are extensive as well as setting of broken limbs.”
“How is it prepared? Are the leaves used in a tea?” Asked one healer.
Elrond shook his head. “We are still studying it, but we do know it is the juice harvested from the flower head that is the cause. Our source promises to provide more information in the future. That is all we know for now but I wanted you to be able to recognize some of these more dangerous ones. There have been some that have shown up in the hands of traders and travellers from the south and there has been indiscriminate use that has resulted in death.”
There was shocked silence from them. Few could understand such irresponsible behavior.
Turning to the elleth on his right he gestured to the tabletop and the plants. “Nurael, these should be placed in the pharmacy and locked in the metal chest just to insure that they don’t get used in error.”
“Of course, Lord Elrond, I will update the inventory as well.”
He nodded and dismissed his audience. As they departed, Nurael carefully rewrapped the plant bundles and placed them on a tray to carry them back to the pharmacy. She hesitated as she looked up and found Elrond smiling at her.
“Is there something else you wish me to do, my lord?”
“I have received word from Lothlorien and they will be happy to have you return. They have need of healers and their chief healer…”
“Master Maenestad?”
“Yes. He will be delighted to have another Imladris trained one available.”
Nurael grinned. “He does know it is me, doesn’t he?”
“I don’t know. Is it important?”
Nurael shook her head laughing, “Not really. It is just that as a young elleth he saw too much of me. He was constantly patching me, and my playmates up. I don’t think he was very fond of any of us by the time I left for Imladris.”
“You were as bad as ionnath nin?” he looked incredulous. “Surly you are exaggerating. You have always been a serious student and I have never seen you act in a reckless way.”
“I had two playmates who encouraged me to join them in all of their antics much to their older brother’s despair. Haldir disliked me intensely as he thought I was the cause of all of our mischief. I guess it was pretty evenly divided between us as to who was the true instigator.”
“Well this should prove interesting.” He said, his eyes twinkling.
“My lord?”
“Galadriel suggested that you return with Arwen when she travels back to Lothlorien in a couple of weeks and they are sending an escort to accompany you both. Guess who will lead them?”
“Oh no, you can’t be serious?” she gasped and erupted in gales of laughter.
He nodded, “As I said, it should be interesting.”
“Yes, my lord, that it should.”
After finishing up in the Healing Hall much later that afternoon Nurael returned to her room and relaxed for a while before dinner. It had been a busy day and she had little time to consider what preparations she would need to make for the coming journey. She was not sure how she felt about meeting Haldir again but she was eager to see Rumil and Orophin. Nurael knew that Rumil was betrothed and she was very curious who had been brave enough to do so.
She thought back to those times she and her playmates had retreated to the walkways in the upper trees where there were seldom visitors and found an abandoned talan that they had appropriated for their own use. She had pretended she was the Lady and Orophin or Rumil were the Lord, or they were the brave wardens who protected her as their lady.
Other times they would hide just off the training fields and watch the warriors as they were practicing their archery skills or sparred with one another using their swords. Both Rumil and Orophin worshiped their older brother and wanted to follow in his footsteps as a warden. They had, in fact, managed to acquire training bows and two old swords and would mimic the movements that they saw used on the training fields. It was these that caused the many trips to Master Maenestad.
That lasted until Haldir had caught them. He had repeatedly been frustrated with their antics since he had the responsibility for raising his brothers in the absence of their parents. He took actions to start their training as future wardens earlier then usual and that severely limited the freedom the two brothers had enjoyed up until then. They, of course, had been delighted and threw themselves into their efforts whole heartily leaving Nurael much on her own. In return she started dogging Haldir’s trail and playing tricks on him especially when he was with the many female companions he never seemed to have difficulty finding. She could understand now how much of a trial she had been to Haldir. It was not until much later she understood that she had had a crush on the tall handsome blond warden, and resented his easy companionship with the elleths and her antics were her attempts to get him to pay attention to her. Shortly thereafter her daer ada and daer naneth had departed for the Western Lands and her ada had moved the family to Imladris so that he could train as a healer.
Sighing Nurael returned her thoughts to the present. She had not even considered the possibility she would be travelling back to Lothlorien with the Lady Arwen but she was looking forward to the opportunity to become acquainted with the beautiful sell of Lord Elrond. She had little opportunity to do so while there in Imladris. Arwen spent a great deal of time with her daer naneth and daer ada in Lothlorien and she had not been part of the world that Nurael and her family had occupied when they lived there. She certainly had not known of Nurael and her playmates. Now, she would have the opportunity to be Arwen’s companion if only for a short while.
And then there was Haldir. He was March Warden of the Golden woods now. How was he going to react when he realized whom she was? Yes, it was going to be very interesting.
ionnath nin –my sons
sell- daughter
daer sell -grand daughter
daer naneth-grand mother
daer ada –grandfather
Memories
Elrond nodded to the group of healers and students gathered around the table where he was discussing the uses of new herbal plants recently procured from the southern areas beyond Khand and Harad. He picked up a dried bulb shaped plant with long slender leaves and a single bulbous shaped flower head
“We do not know what their full potential will be as of yet, but our source indicates this one causes a deep sleep when given in small distilled amounts. We understand it can prove fatal if large amounts are used so great care has to be exercised. It should prove helpful in cases where surgery is necessary or wounds are extensive as well as setting of broken limbs.”
“How is it prepared? Are the leaves used in a tea?” Asked one healer.
Elrond shook his head. “We are still studying it, but we do know it is the juice harvested from the flower head that is the cause. Our source promises to provide more information in the future. That is all we know for now but I wanted you to be able to recognize some of these more dangerous ones. There have been some that have shown up in the hands of traders and travellers from the south and there has been indiscriminate use that has resulted in death.”
There was shocked silence from them. Few could understand such irresponsible behavior.
Turning to the elleth on his right he gestured to the tabletop and the plants. “Nurael, these should be placed in the pharmacy and locked in the metal chest just to insure that they don’t get used in error.”
“Of course, Lord Elrond, I will update the inventory as well.”
He nodded and dismissed his audience. As they departed, Nurael carefully rewrapped the plant bundles and placed them on a tray to carry them back to the pharmacy. She hesitated as she looked up and found Elrond smiling at her.
“Is there something else you wish me to do, my lord?”
“I have received word from Lothlorien and they will be happy to have you return. They have need of healers and their chief healer…”
“Master Maenestad?”
“Yes. He will be delighted to have another Imladris trained one available.”
Nurael grinned. “He does know it is me, doesn’t he?”
“I don’t know. Is it important?”
Nurael shook her head laughing, “Not really. It is just that as a young elleth he saw too much of me. He was constantly patching me, and my playmates up. I don’t think he was very fond of any of us by the time I left for Imladris.”
“You were as bad as ionnath nin?” he looked incredulous. “Surly you are exaggerating. You have always been a serious student and I have never seen you act in a reckless way.”
“I had two playmates who encouraged me to join them in all of their antics much to their older brother’s despair. Haldir disliked me intensely as he thought I was the cause of all of our mischief. I guess it was pretty evenly divided between us as to who was the true instigator.”
“Well this should prove interesting.” He said, his eyes twinkling.
“My lord?”
“Galadriel suggested that you return with Arwen when she travels back to Lothlorien in a couple of weeks and they are sending an escort to accompany you both. Guess who will lead them?”
“Oh no, you can’t be serious?” she gasped and erupted in gales of laughter.
He nodded, “As I said, it should be interesting.”
“Yes, my lord, that it should.”
After finishing up in the Healing Hall much later that afternoon Nurael returned to her room and relaxed for a while before dinner. It had been a busy day and she had little time to consider what preparations she would need to make for the coming journey. She was not sure how she felt about meeting Haldir again but she was eager to see Rumil and Orophin. Nurael knew that Rumil was betrothed and she was very curious who had been brave enough to do so.
She thought back to those times she and her playmates had retreated to the walkways in the upper trees where there were seldom visitors and found an abandoned talan that they had appropriated for their own use. She had pretended she was the Lady and Orophin or Rumil were the Lord, or they were the brave wardens who protected her as their lady.
Other times they would hide just off the training fields and watch the warriors as they were practicing their archery skills or sparred with one another using their swords. Both Rumil and Orophin worshiped their older brother and wanted to follow in his footsteps as a warden. They had, in fact, managed to acquire training bows and two old swords and would mimic the movements that they saw used on the training fields. It was these that caused the many trips to Master Maenestad.
That lasted until Haldir had caught them. He had repeatedly been frustrated with their antics since he had the responsibility for raising his brothers in the absence of their parents. He took actions to start their training as future wardens earlier then usual and that severely limited the freedom the two brothers had enjoyed up until then. They, of course, had been delighted and threw themselves into their efforts whole heartily leaving Nurael much on her own. In return she started dogging Haldir’s trail and playing tricks on him especially when he was with the many female companions he never seemed to have difficulty finding. She could understand now how much of a trial she had been to Haldir. It was not until much later she understood that she had had a crush on the tall handsome blond warden, and resented his easy companionship with the elleths and her antics were her attempts to get him to pay attention to her. Shortly thereafter her daer ada and daer naneth had departed for the Western Lands and her ada had moved the family to Imladris so that he could train as a healer.
Sighing Nurael returned her thoughts to the present. She had not even considered the possibility she would be travelling back to Lothlorien with the Lady Arwen but she was looking forward to the opportunity to become acquainted with the beautiful sell of Lord Elrond. She had little opportunity to do so while there in Imladris. Arwen spent a great deal of time with her daer naneth and daer ada in Lothlorien and she had not been part of the world that Nurael and her family had occupied when they lived there. She certainly had not known of Nurael and her playmates. Now, she would have the opportunity to be Arwen’s companion if only for a short while.
And then there was Haldir. He was March Warden of the Golden woods now. How was he going to react when he realized whom she was? Yes, it was going to be very interesting.
ionnath nin –my sons
sell- daughter
daer sell -grand daughter
daer naneth-grand mother
daer ada –grandfather