by PhoenixReborn » Thu Nov 24, 2011 4:52 am
Nenethiel woke with the sun, as the elves do, smiling at the look of peace on Frodo's sleeping face. She would not wake him, it had been too long since he was able to sleep well. Nenethiel opened the small closet door, getting their things and laying them out. She remembered the things that they'd had and needed on the Quest, and though they were going to Mirkwood not Mordor, the list was similar. Pots and pans, check, Sam had made it clear before that those were neccesary. Blankets, check, very useful, especially in Mirkwood. Lembas bread, definately, she had it with her always since Mordor. Rope, check, they wouldn't be passing anywhere where nice elves could give them exactly what they needed. The rest was there, and soon packed up, bandages for wounds, larger flasks for water, her many knives, and other things. When Frodo stirred there was morning light in the room, Nenethiel had his things packed and ready leaning up against the bed. She had gone out to find Neurien. When she entered his room he was placing dried herbs into many small pouches.
Holding one up, he said, "Aragorn used this when Frodo was stabbed on Amon Sul, yes?"
She nodded, "Aye, we did."
he soon finished, stood, put on his cloak, pack, and walked out the door to find the others.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A flame from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king
In the Garden of Paradise,
beneath the Tree of Knowledge,
bloomed a rose bush.
Here, in the first rose,
a bird was born.
His flight was like the flashing of light,
his plumage was beauteous,
and his song ravishing.

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