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_erchirion_ (_erchirion_) wrote in unfinished_logs, @ 2010-02-07 22:36:00

This will only hurt a bit...!
Who: Boromir and Erchirion,, and one young and enthusiastic errand girl.
What: Erchirion seeks answers from Boromir
Where: Minas Tirith
When: Present time
Rated: Arrrrrrrrr!!!


Not long after Erchirion's letter to Denethor was delivered, a very similar letter arrives for Boromir, with the same errand boy. Girl. The girl knocks on Boromir's door and waits, tapping her foot most patiently.

Boromir blinks at the knock, assuming it's either Imrahil or Theodred or Imrahil's...whatever she is again, he forgets. He goes to open the door and finds an errand girl instead. And this is when he wonders if the stories have spread at all or anything yet. "Yes?" he asks with a smile for her.

Unable to suppress a broad grin, unprofessional though it may be, the courier hands out her missive. "From Lord Erchirion!" she pipes up, standing on her toetips as she does so. "He requests that you answer as soon as possible!" she adds, crossing her arms over her chest. "I shall wait here, while you decide yea or nay."

"I should be able to make short enough work of it..." Erchirion...Boromir manages not to shudder in front of somebody else, especially a girl, at any age because really. think about how that would make him look, but he does sort of suspect that something foul is about to happen to him. And probably unpleasant.

Lies. "I shall deliver your answer!" the errand girl squeaks and bows deeply before vanishing so quickly it raises doubt wether she had been there at all.

"Thank yo..." Boromir starts, then blinks. Okay. That was weird. Related to his being a zombie supposedly? Probably even. He has the feeling he needs to get used to this.

Meanwhile, in his own room in a different guest house, Erchirion is signing the last and final request letter, addressed to Theodred of Rohan. A knock on the door makes him jump, Theodred's title becoming "Theodred of Rohannnnnnnnnnnn" or something to that extent.

The son of Imrahil opens the door and the hyperactive lightening bolt is there grinning up at him. "Lord Boromir, Captain of Gondor, Son of Steward Denethor, Brother of Faramir, Defender of Osgiliath and Ambassador to Rivendell, says YEA!"
Erchirion could do without all the titles to remind him just how respected the man he doubts is human actually is, but none the less he thanks the messenger, tosses her a coin or two and closes the door. Approximately an hour later, he is at Boromir's door, knocking softly.

This time? there's some trepedation in Boromir's step as he opens the door and blinks a little. Yes, he recognizes his cousin, he would have to be completely blind not to do that but even so..."You've grown up." is his first comment.

Erchirion's brow furrows for an instant, so brief, yet inevitably noticable. He then smiles. "Cousin..." he starts, seeking Boromir's eyes for answers or at least, perhaps, a hint of desire to destroy all men of the west in the name of Sauron. "... I am joyed to see you live, though my thoughts are troubled. May I come in?"

"That depends." Boromir's eyes are mostly confused by everything that's happened at this point. "I'm not surprised that things such as your father told me would trouble you especially but..." he glances at his cousin's hands to see if he might be hiding anything. "I draw the line on being poked or things stuck...everywhere..." he shudders a little. "Well, I suppose you'll do whatever you need to help get this solved." He waves him inside.

Striding in quickly, having already spent enough time at the door with an enigmatic BOX held between his hand and waist, Erchirion fought down a smile. "Help get what solved?" he asks innocently, placing the box on the table and turning to face Boromir inside the room.

"I know perfectly well that..." Boromir shakes his head and sighs. "That I was, apparently, dead, along with a few others. The strange thing is I don't remember it, or any of the events that lead to it. I've done some reading though I'm not my father or Faramir and there are mentions of so many things I have not heard of..." he shakes his head a bit.

Nodding sympathetically, Erchirion took a seat as he listened. This was a delicate moment. Erchirion knew a thing or two about social interaction, was good enough with people to stay his questions, sharpen them into an efficient blade that allowed him to cut through many insignificancies. "How long, cousin, between your last memory, and your death?" he asked gently, all the while jotting down notes on a parchment that appeared from within.... The box.

Boromir is doing his best not to look at that box. He knows all too well what healers usually have in those things and that it's never good when they make house calls as it is. Though he supposes it also has to do with being...dead. "A...very long time." He tries to think about this chronologically. "Theodred had just been made Marshal of Rohan when I last remember anything. A good several years." He frowns.

Erchirion stared at him in silence for a while. Contemplating. Eventually he nodded again, slowly this time. "I see. Well, by whatever mysterious grace it is that you've returned to us, I am glad to see you, Boromir of Gondor!" he rose, closing the distant between them and embracing Boromir in a brotherly hug, patting his back fondly.

Boromir stared back, knowing how insane this sounded but also knowing, somehow, that Erchriion believed him. "I'm glad to see you too, cousin. Whatever else happens, I know YOU will find the answers." he told him, returning that hug. "And everything else that...I presume you know about the others..."

Erchirion wasn't quite listening to Boromir, as much as to his heartbeats. Yes. There were heartbeats. He let go and stepped back, still placing one hand on Boromir's shoulder. "I know of the others, leave that to me," he assured him. "Now let us be practical, open your eyes wide," and with that Erchirion began stretching Boromir's eyelashes open, peering into his irises, pulling and twisting his ears, pushing fingers into his mouth, pulling on his hair, manipulating his joints and at one point pressing an ear to his stomach as if trying to hear Words of Wisdom from the Other Side.
Then, after all seemed well, he went to the BOX.

And Boromir put up with it with remarkably good grace, all things considered, until that point in time. "And now...Is it really necessary?" he asked, starring at the box and backing away a little.

Out came a bandages, packs of leaves and flowers, vials of liquids in all sorts of colors and one small, mean-looking knife. Erchirion had a gleam in his eye. "I'm afraid it is. It will only hurt a bit though!" he promised, sounding as convincing as a man in a suit who says "I'm from the government and I'm here to help you."

"Erchirion..." Boromir started, in that voice he sometimes had to use on younger soldiers he commanded. "Does this really seem the wisest way?"

"Don't be a shield-maiden, Captain!" Erchirion said, "I need to perform tests, to make sure the Dark Lord has not, by some coincidence, infected you with some god-aweful disease as a parting gift. The healers are performing those tests on everyone, and already some are ill in the houses!" He opened a vial and dabbed a piece of cloth with a purple-colored liquid. "Now I shall make a cut. A small one. And wrap it with this. If it turns blue tomorrow, you are alright. Also, I need you to chew these leaves. They are disgusting, but if they cause your tongue to turn orange, then everything's okay." He then took out an empty vial. "I also need a blood sample." But, alas... They had no needles at that time.

"How lovely." Boromir sighed. "Actually, I'd sooner face you than a sheild maiden. Considering what I hear of them..." He shuddered a little but rolled up his sleeve. "Well, we'd best get this over with so we can determine what's going on." And he imagined Theodred going through the same thing and he snickered a little.

The cuts were quick, yet painful, for Erchirion was skilled with a knife for all the wrong reasons. Elphir was one such reason. With no less skill, Erchirion dressed the lesser cut with the soaked bandage, tying it securely. He then put a vial to the deeper wound, collecting a fair amount of blood before dressing that cut as well. Corking it, he slipped it discretely into his pocket, handing a fistful of leaves to Boromir while he did so. "Now make like a horse and chew."

"Oh lovely." Boromir took the leaves, already wincing, bit into them and... "Don't tell me I have to swallow these." he muttered around the leaves.

"No no!" Erchirion exclaimed in alarm, "Just chew for a while then spit them out."

"Thank Eru for small miracles." Boromir set to chewing, making disgusted faces while he did it, though he gamely kept on anyway.

Erchirion just stood there looking at him, a broad grin on his face. PWN3D BY DA HEALER PRANK! He nodded in approval, and when he deemed that Boromir has suffered enough he waved, "Alright. Out they go. I must be off now, Boromir. I shall check on you tomorrow. Do not remove the test bandage until I get here."

"You know me far too well, cousin." Boromir said as he spit out the leaves and eyed the bandage. "Did you talk to some of my men about what happens when I'm injured?"

Erchirion, on his way out, stopped at the door and raised an eyebrow at this. ".... What does happen when you're injured?"

"The way I pick at things, infect them and..." Boromir shook his head. "It's better not telling how the nurse had to tie my hands behind my back when I was small. At least not in detail."

.... Interesting. "Well, I trust you are a stronger man now, cousin. Don't touch the wound or I shall simply have to make another cut, in a place where you won't be so eager to pick at."

"Evil." Boromir announced, shaking his head. "I may be some thrall of Sauron but you are without a doubt evil." He shook his head. "Did your father teach you this, or Ioreth in the houses?"

"Thrall of Sauron?" Erchirion let out a rather high-pitched, clearly forced laugh. "What makes you say that? No... I must give credit to Ioreth on this one. Father has taught me... Other things. Farewell, cousin!" and with that Erchirion was out of the room, marching quickly out of the guest house and towards the Houses of Healing, where he will conduct a few tests...