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Anarya SilverBranch · 04-24-2002, 07:14 PM

Anarya turned at the sound of the Healer's door opening. Novannon walked in, breathless.

"Where have you been? Did you find them?" Anarya asked her rising from the bedside of Mornovarion.

"No, but I did find out that they are before Thranduil right now," She said. Her eyes trailed over to Mornovarion on the bed, "Is he getting better?" She inquired.

Anarya looked back at the elf. He did look better from the elvish medicine. The placid color that had streaked his face had left and there was a bit of a pinkish tone in his cheeks now. Anarya looked back at her friend and nodded.

"Can he walk?"

"I believe so," Mornovarion answered for himself, rising from the bed onto the floor. He wobbled a bit as he stood, than straightened.

The healer walked up with a smile on his face, "You see? I knew that poultice would work wonders. Hes set to go," He said.

Anarya looked at her friend and knew what she was thinking. Maybe if they presented Mornovarion's problem before Thranduil, he might be able to help.

"Come along Mornovarion," Anarya said walking to the door, "We have an appointment with the king,"

Mornovarion walked slowly to the door, as if afraid he would break the very floor from under him. Novannon followed ready to catch the elf if he were to trip or collapse.

They reached the door in one piece and once they were outside in the cool late evening air, Mornovarion seemed to gain more strength.

Anarya and Mornovarion explained Mornovarion's problem the best they could. Novannon listened quietly as they walked briskly through the streets toward the palace. When they had finished, Novannon had smiled softly and shrugged not knowing exactly what to say but knowing that something must be done of their problem.

They reached the gates and got leave in, for the king was having a public audience, making it easy on them.

Anarya, Novannon, and Mornovarion entered the great room where King Thranduil sat before what looked like a young elf girl, about her age, prostrate upon the ground. His son Legolas stood close by his eyes on the figure before them. Anarya could see Rudchamion and Tinuiel near the crouched shape. Anarya shifted from foot to foot and listened to the king question the young elf girl.

04-24-2002, 07:14 PM	#94
Anarya SilverBranch Wight Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: In maiden meditation, fancy free. Posts: 245	Anarya turned at the sound of the Healer's door opening. Novannon walked in, breathless. "Where have you been? Did you find them?" Anarya asked her rising from the bedside of Mornovarion. "No, but I did find out that they are before Thranduil right now," She said. Her eyes trailed over to Mornovarion on the bed, "Is he getting better?" She inquired. Anarya looked back at the elf. He did look better from the elvish medicine. The placid color that had streaked his face had left and there was a bit of a pinkish tone in his cheeks now. Anarya looked back at her friend and nodded. "Can he walk?" "I believe so," Mornovarion answered for himself, rising from the bed onto the floor. He wobbled a bit as he stood, than straightened. The healer walked up with a smile on his face, "You see? I knew that poultice would work wonders. Hes set to go," He said. Anarya looked at her friend and knew what she was thinking. Maybe if they presented Mornovarion's problem before Thranduil, he might be able to help. "Come along Mornovarion," Anarya said walking to the door, "We have an appointment with the king," Mornovarion walked slowly to the door, as if afraid he would break the very floor from under him. Novannon followed ready to catch the elf if he were to trip or collapse. They reached the door in one piece and once they were outside in the cool late evening air, Mornovarion seemed to gain more strength. Anarya and Mornovarion explained Mornovarion's problem the best they could. Novannon listened quietly as they walked briskly through the streets toward the palace. When they had finished, Novannon had smiled softly and shrugged not knowing exactly what to say but knowing that something must be done of their problem. They reached the gates and got leave in, for the king was having a public audience, making it easy on them. Anarya, Novannon, and Mornovarion entered the great room where King Thranduil sat before what looked like a young elf girl, about her age, prostrate upon the ground. His son Legolas stood close by his eyes on the figure before them. Anarya could see Rudchamion and Tinuiel near the crouched shape. Anarya shifted from foot to foot and listened to the king question the young elf girl. __________________ Snow white! Snow White! O' Lady Clear! O' Queen Beyond the Western Seas! O' light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees!