Tears In Heaven
Chapter Twelve: The Power of Healing
(Author : jennzah)
jairah had watched as the car had sped away from them, frightened by it. She didn't know what it was, after all. It had made a loud, horrid noise that had hurt her ears.
In fact all of her senses were now being assaulted, as David led them quickly through a strange row of houses of sorts, and to another SUV. He pulled open the doors and told them to get in. The visitors from Middle-Earth hesitated.
"Please!" David said, pushing Gandalf into the passenger side and slamming the door. "We don't have much time!"
Jairah climbed carefully into the backseat of the SUV, and sat warily on the seat, Legolas behind her. David had snapped the door shut and all of a sudden the ground shook and another horrible noise erupted from somewhere in front of them. Gandalf winced, and Jairah put her hands to her ears and cowered against Legolas, who had also put his hands to his ears. David looked in the rear view mirror at the elves and smiled.
"It's just the engine of the car," he said. "It cant hurt you."
The sound deadened as he revved the engine and backed the car up very fast. The elves, not knowing the meaning of "seat belt" were jostled around in the back of the SUV, both of them falling to the floor when David hit the brakes and started going forward.
They didn't dare go back up on the seat. They seemed safer on the floor, and Jairah was afraid. After all, she couldn't fight anything, couldn't defend herself against this. She clung to Legolas in fear, and he tried to comfort her though he was afraid himself. He could only imagine how the wizard must be feeling in the front seat, with David manning the car like a maniac.
At long last David screeched the vehicle to a halt, and turned off the engine. Jairah was trembling in Legolas' arms as the engine cut. David hopped out of the car, and opened the door for Gandalf, who was more than happy to be on solid ground again, and then for the elves. Legolas helped Jairah out of the car and they both looked at it with disdain.
"What is that?" asked Gandalf, as David rushed them hurriedly towards a big building.
"It's a motor vehicle," said David. "I don't have time to get into it now. But once this is all over, I'll tell you about it, if you like."
They entered the building and suddenly Jairah stopped as soon as she went through the moving doors. She didn't even notice that they were moving.
David kept going towards the reception desk, Gandalf followed him. Legolas had stopped when Jairah had stopped.
"what is it," he asked her.
"I can smell the dead in here," she said. "this is a house of the dead."
Her senses were being overwhelmed. Lots of smells that were foreign to her, along with the smells of the dead. Voices, both of the living and of the dead, in languages that she didn't understand. And the noises here! So many, she couldn't tell them apart and yet all invading her ears at once. She wanted to put her hands over her ears again. David had come up to her.
"No," he said. "This is not a house of the dead. This is a hospital, a house of medicine. They cure people here. We are here for Reighn."
David led them to an elevator, where they went in. The doors closed, and then opened again in a few seconds, and David led them quickly down the hall and into a room where Boromir sat next to Reighn's bedside. She was unconcious.
Jairah released Legolas' hand and went round to the sorceress's beside immedately. She felt a sadness deep in her heart.
She didn't understand what all the things were that were going into Reighn's body. She looked at them sadly, then over to Boromir, who was looking at her.
"What are these things?" she asked him.
"Here, they have these things to help her, to keep her alive. Right now, they say they cannot do anything for her, that she is going to die."
Jairah looked at Legolas, then down at Reighn's body again. She didn't know why she was about to do it, but she put her hands down on Reighn's body. Immediately she knew, that with Legolas' help, Reighn would not die.
"No." Jairah said. She took Legolas' hand, and he looked at her questioningly, as he heard her say to him in his mind "focus your strength, love. Help me."
With one hand on Reighn's wounded body, Jairah began to chant in Elvish, the rhythm of the words weaving through everyones ears. Magick energy began to crackle in the air. This was not like the Celtic healing, it was more fierce, more beautiful. Jairah's body began to tremble as she spoke, her eyes closed. Her grip tightened on her husbands hand, and he could feel the power flowing through his fingers into her.
All of a sudden, Reighn sat up, coughing wildly, as Jairah fell, backwards, onto the floor, releasing Legolas' hand. Boromir rushed forward and took Reighn into his arms.
"Reighn!" he cried, embracing her fiercely. She'd stopped coughing and was looking wide eyed around the room, whilst hugging Boromir.
Gandalf and Legolas were at Jairah's side. She was sitting, out of breath, on the floor. She had no idea what she'd just done. She didn't know how she'd known how to do it. Her insides tingled, a bit painfully, as if where Reighn had been wounded had been taken into herself. She looked down but there was no wound.
"Jairah?" Legolas whispered, squeezing her hand. She looked at him, wide eyed. "Are you alright?"
She felt tired. Very tired, in fact. And as she looked at Legolas, he
looked tired, drained. But all was well if the sorceress was healed.
"Is Reighn alright?" she asked Gandalf, turning to him.
Gandalf nodded. "Yes. Your healing powers are quite great, Jairah. She is fine."
Legolas helped Jairah to her feet, but she found it hard to stand, without wobbling. She leaned on him. Never had she felt so drained in all her life. She had fought countless battles and never felt so drained. She looked at Reighn, now sitting full of life, on the bed, and smiled.
"Then all is well," she said, before falling backwards in a faint, into her husbands arms.