Chapter 7:

Elrond sat by the bed in the Healer's rooms and watched with pursed lips as his niece lay there tossing and turning. Inside his head, he berated himself for allowing the girl to ride out with the warriors. Now, she lay there delirious and the healers told him she was unlikely to survive. It was as if a battle raged inside of her, the poison against her ability to live. He had seen the weapon, as they were littered around the battlefield. Elrond could do nothing to stop this, nothing although he had tried everything he could in his power. He had even tried with his powers to heal her but the poison was too strong and the cut too deep.

So, Elrond had done the one thing he could do: send for his mother- in-law. Galadriel herself was one of the most powerful elves on Arda, a daughter of Melian, the all powerful maia of Aman. She was also Celebrian's mother and one skilled in healing these types of wounds. Morié was her adopted grand-daughter and she had to know, so Elrond had sent a pigeon with a letter explaining what had happened. Now, all he could do was wait...

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Hours later, Elrond was standing at the window when he saw Galadriel pull up below and dismount. Looking around, she entered the door of the Healers and made a beeline for her son in law. Saying nothing, she simply pulled him into a hug as he broke down under the strain and wept. Then, she shooed him out of the room, sat by Morié's bedside and watched with much concern as the girl continued to call out in her dream-like state and toss and turn, the covers twisted around her and the wound pulsating under its poultice of herbs. Reaching over, she put her hand on the girl's forehead ad began to chant in Quenya as her voice wafted through the Homely House and the stars above winked.

"Anor valthen, togo laugas lín nestad enin gûr hen. Ceven dhaer, anno vellas lín enin 'raw hen. Suil Ennui, erio thûl lín i faer hen."

As she finished her chanting, a glow appeared throughout the room from the heavens and then rested briefly on the girl. Resting her hand on the pale forehead again, she felt it and smiled. Rising gently from the stool, she exited and smiled at Elrond, who had been waiting impatiently outside the door. Whispering, she spoke to her son-in-law as she looked around carefully.

"Mellon, she is resting peacefully. There is much she needs to heal while still asleep. The fever has broken and her wounds will heal in time. It is her spirit I am still worried about. It seems some burden is on her heart, a burden that may have contributed to her fit. She sees the darkness, Elrond. She sees it and is horrified by its gathering over Mount Doom. It must be done soon; you must send her to Valinor where she can be free of all torment. I trust you will do what is right."

And with that, she swept away to a chamber to rest and Elrond peeked back inside to see Morié resting peacefully in her bed. With a cry of thanksgiving, Elrond rushed down the steps and shouted his praise of the Valar to the skies...

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"Anor valthen, togo laugas lín nestad enin gûr hen. Ceven dhaer, anno vellas lín enin 'raw hen. Suil Ennui, erio thûl lín i faer hen." - Golden Sun, may your warmth bring healing to this heart. Great earth, may you give your strength to this body. Western Winds, may your breath lift this spirit

Mellon - Friend

Valinor - Another name for the Undying Lands or the Grey Havens