[AN: Hi! I'm trying not to let this be a Sue. Tell me if it is.
My system of elf-aging is that every 1,000 years= 10 years. If anyone has a better one, tell me, because I am not sure of the merits of this one.]
"Look, Telberaid. Father and the other hunters killed its mother, and I think it is hurt. Can you help it?"
Telberaid, the head healer of King Thranduil's court looked down at the elf- maiden, who was holding a faun. He gently lifted the faun out of the maiden's arms. "It will be all right, Enelen. We can fix it. Come help me with the bandages."
The little one stood on a stool and handed Telberaid bandages as he needed them. He finished patching various small scratches and then he saw that the leg was twisted in an unnatural way.
"This does not look good. Perhaps you would like to leave, Enelen. I believe his leg is broken, and it might cause him some pain when I fix it. You would not like to watch that."
The maiden stayed where she was. "I want to see how you do it. I think maybe I could be a healer."
Telberaid smiled. Enelen had not chosen to become a warrior-apprentice or an artisan-apprentice, and ever since her thousandth birthday, she had been drifting around trying to find a place to fit. One day she would be trying to be a baker, another day she would be a horse-trainer. Maybe being a healer would give her a place to belong.
He set the faun's leg, and then splinted it. "Enelen, tie these bandages here, please. Be gentle, and then you can help me gather some herbs. Perhaps you would make a good healer.
Enelen smiled and tied the bandages to keep the splint in place. Telberaid helped her off the stool and they went off to the forest for herbs.
My system of elf-aging is that every 1,000 years= 10 years. If anyone has a better one, tell me, because I am not sure of the merits of this one.]
"Look, Telberaid. Father and the other hunters killed its mother, and I think it is hurt. Can you help it?"
Telberaid, the head healer of King Thranduil's court looked down at the elf- maiden, who was holding a faun. He gently lifted the faun out of the maiden's arms. "It will be all right, Enelen. We can fix it. Come help me with the bandages."
The little one stood on a stool and handed Telberaid bandages as he needed them. He finished patching various small scratches and then he saw that the leg was twisted in an unnatural way.
"This does not look good. Perhaps you would like to leave, Enelen. I believe his leg is broken, and it might cause him some pain when I fix it. You would not like to watch that."
The maiden stayed where she was. "I want to see how you do it. I think maybe I could be a healer."
Telberaid smiled. Enelen had not chosen to become a warrior-apprentice or an artisan-apprentice, and ever since her thousandth birthday, she had been drifting around trying to find a place to fit. One day she would be trying to be a baker, another day she would be a horse-trainer. Maybe being a healer would give her a place to belong.
He set the faun's leg, and then splinted it. "Enelen, tie these bandages here, please. Be gentle, and then you can help me gather some herbs. Perhaps you would make a good healer.
Enelen smiled and tied the bandages to keep the splint in place. Telberaid helped her off the stool and they went off to the forest for herbs.