Who: Ava, Caranthir, and more special guests who I won't share 'cause that'll spoil the last log <3 When: right after the last
Elrond: *had Avarian moved to a private room, where he could scrape and poke and prod her in relative peace and quiet* *is still working at it*
Galadriel: *got the missive and is sitting nearby, watching him and helping here and there, though she's letting him do most of the work*
Celeborn: *is making sure he does most of the work*
Caranthir: *is watching quietly in the corner*
Galadriel: *gets up, switches a bowl of dirty water out for a clean one* I doubt she has had these looked at since the first time they were stitched. *is so going to scold this elf when she wakes up, it's noticeable in her tone of voice*
Caranthir: *nods his head* She likely had them tended, and that was that.
Elrond: She is as stubborn as anyone else in this room. *says this carefully, like it takes a great deal of concentration to do so, while cutting away at some particularly bad patches of skin* She would be dead, otherwise. *takes the clean water with a grateful nod*
Caranthir: Her will power is greater than she would give herself credit for.
Galadriel: *nods her head, while preparing long lengths of specially treated thread on needles* One wonders how long it would have taken her to come here, had she NOT been ravaged by orcs.
Caranthir: >.> She was supposed to come see you about it. We had a..deal.
Galadriel: *arches a brow* Is that so? I looked upon her briefly in Aragorn's office and I thought she was going to flee out of fright, but for the fact that her pride demanded otherwise.
Elrond: *snorts at that, moves on to the last scar, sets aside another filthy bowl* *is going to need a full 8 hour nap after this*
Caranthir: *snorts* She tried to ride south.
Galadriel: *would facepalm ast this point, but is far too dignified to do so* Aragorn specifically told her that HE would send a rider South. We both thought, at the time, that she was trying to escape something, here.
Caranthir: She was not trying to escape, except perhaps me. She wishes to prove something to herself.
(what're we doing for eats?
Elrond: I doubt she wished to prove that orcs could still harm her. *roughly, while still working*
Caranthir: I am frankly surprised at the extent of her injuries from them.
Elrond: *points with his knife to a puncture wound on her shoulder* *then gets back to work* Fel taint weakens the body over time. Then you get shot in the back with a poisoned arrow. I am surprised she is not worse off.
Galadriel: *replaces the bowl of water again* *softly* She was distracted.
Caranthir: *snorts*
Galadriel: Often we are not at our most aware when we are weary or our minds are elsewhere, especially while traveling. I will admit that even I, of a time, have found it hard not to let my mind wander while in the saddle.
Caranthir: *doesn't think that's a good excuse, but not about to say that to GAla--oh why not* That's not a good enough excuse.
Galadriel: *chuckles* No? Then you have a theory. *tilts her head, while mixing up some cleansing herbs into water*
Caranthir: *shrugs a shoulder* I do not dispute she was distracted, but I do not consider it a valid excuse.
Galadriel: *stirs the herbs, silently, for a few moments* You sound as if you are angry at her. *finds that amusing*
Caranthir: For being so foolish >.<
Elrond: She is very foolish, for her age. *nods his head, like an old sage, even though everyone in the room is older than him*
Galadriel: *sets a tray near Elrond with the thread, and cleansing herbs and bandages* Her vision compelled her. Such things often do, when we are nowhere near the people we see in them, or the events that are about to unfold.
Elrond: It will likely wear off, before she is able to travel again. *puts aside one last bowl of nasty water, and gets to work on washing her down with the cleansing water*
CAranthir: What will wear off?
Elrond: The urge to follow whatever it is she saw. *washes* It is an extremely compelling urge, but it has a way of fading, after a time.
Galadriel: *nods her head in agreement*
Caranthir: *doesn't look so certain*
Galadriel: This will take some time to completely heal. Even for one of her lineage. It has had a great deal of time to work its way into her and take hold.
Caranthir: *looks at Galadriel* She is exceptionally stubborn.
Elrond: We will have to lash her to the bed. *completely sincere*
Caranthir: >.>
Galadriel: We would have had to, regardless. When this takes effect she will not have a pleasant time of it. *understatement*
Caranthir: What do you mean?
Elrond: If any taint remains, this will draw it out. We will have to check, regularly, to cut out more of it, until it is finished. And the shadow will not simply let us win. She will have to fight it. *decides to only stitch the ones he feels will heal easily, and gets to work*
Caranthir: *scowls, doesn't like this. Doesn't like this at all >.>
CAranthir: She will fight, or she will succumb. *sighs*
Galadriel: You will at least enjoy the part where she is tied down and therefore cannot do anything more foolish? *half-smiles at him* *then nods her head, and glances back down at Avarian who ... I guess was put to sleep in order to do this* She is strong. She will fight. I believe she wishes to come back to us.
Caranthir: You are wrong. She does not wish to come back.
Galadriel: How can you be so sure?
Caranthir: *looks at her* I believe she rode south to die.
Galadriel: *arches her brow* Did she say as much?
Caranthir: Nay, she did not.
Galadriel: Then how do you know? *half-smiles, helps Elrond lift her up a bit so that he can bandage her up*
Elrond: *works the bandage up around both of her shoulders, before motioning for Galadriel to set her back down*
Avarian: *now resembles a mummy!*
CAranthir: I know. *looking down at her* She is a lot like me.
Elrond: She is not dead yet. If you do not wish her to, perhaps you will stay with her. *grumpily, while cleaning everything up*
CAranthir: *twitch >.>*
Galadriel: *gently lays a blanket over the elf and sits beside the bed* *picks up her uninjured hand* I think you are both right and wrong. I believe there are things that would keep her here, that are more important than the things that drew her away.
Caranthir: *snorts, disbelieving* If it is me, than I think she is quite mad*
Elrond: *comes by and quite seriously - rather solemnly - lashes arms and feet to the bed* *then? Goes to take that nap*
Avarian: *is starting to wake up, to the BURNING*
Caranthir: *sits next to Ava, and brushes hair out of her face* Stupid woman...
Caranthir: *sighs*
Galadriel: *squeezes Ava's hand more tightly*
Caranthir: *just watches Ava, morosely.
Caranthir: *looks like Maglor at his most depressed*
Avarian: *squirms a bit, then WRITHES a bit, and is actually working up a sweat, already, but manages to mumble her pet name for him at some point, before she started biting her lip*
Carathir: >.>
Galadriel: *arches a brow*
CAranthir: She has a ..condition.
Galadriel: *puts her hand down, pats it, and gets up* Elrond will see to her again when he wakes. *looks amused* *doesn't dare do more, needs to get back to her room after all*
Caranthir: I did not thank him..
Galadriel: *softly* Thank him later.
Galadriel: *slips out*
CAranthir: *looks down at Ava*
Avarian: *still very obviously fighting*
Caranthir: Prove me wrong.
Avarian: *tries to reach out a hand for his, but ... is lashed down* *arches and tilts her head back, nearly screaming ... soon after that, her eyes pop open* *flops back against the bed, and catches her breath*
Caranthir: *squeezes her hand and smirks*
Avarian: *snaps her eyes instantly back closed, but keeps his hand in hers* ... burns..... .... worse than ... orcs ><
Caranthir: Aye...*caresses her face*
CAranthir: Welcome back.
Avarian: *groans, twitches* .... nng.
CAranthir: *grins a bit**looks..relieved.
Avarian: *seriously... burning... pain... ow ow ow ow* couldn't.. leave it alone.... had to.... mess with ..... NG! *strains a bit* .... *mutters a curse*
Caranthir: *gives her a dry look* Orcs cut it up, might has well cleanse you entirely.
Avarian: *shudders* were going to eat ... me alive, and then ... other things, while eating.... *shudders again*
Caranthir: -that- is was disturbs you most?!
Avarian: *laughs a bit .... probably high on pain at this point!* I know.... survive so much, and then all this.... and all I kept seeing in my head was watching him skin me and then .... having to watch him eat it.... *makes a face* I think the shadows are against me.
Caranthir: Only because you let them be against you.
Avarian: They keep telling me to leave you... then they tell me to stay... but make me think none of this is real. *sighs a bit, then twitches, and tenses up again* I used to think I was merely allowed to be rescued. .... noldor weapons *frowns*
Caranthir: Noldor weapons?
Avarian: *opens her eyes* The ones released ... from Angband, and put back amongst kin.. but for Morgoth, to turn against us later.
Caranthir: *shakes his head**kisses her forehead* Rest.
Avarian: *nods her head, tries to put herself back in sleep mode*