Chapter 4: the potion…
"allsorts of them!" Cavanthir replied. "but I'm not sure that I have any on pain relief?" his look was worried and shocked. "I'll run ahead and see!"
"we'll meet you there Cavanthir, we'll be there!" and Cavanthir got up and ran towards the wide, double doors. The room was silent, Finrod then stood, and announced that the meeting is now over. Isabella still crouched down, stayed still, and Larien held her shoulder firmly, trying to comfort her pain. Haldir was looking concerned and held her knee warmly, and waited until the room was empty. And stood up and started thinking. "Larien.." she looked up at the elf. "yes, sir?"
"I need you to hurry to Cavanthir's shop, get everything ready, and we'll be there" Haldir's voice was concerned. Larien nodded and ran out of the room.
He looked at Isabella and knelt down besides her chair. "talk to me? How bad is the pain?" his hand clasped on her knee once again. Isabella was still huddled into a ball in the chair. Her eyes closed tightly, and her hands on her side. Slowly she lifted her head and looked at him. "bloody painful! I cant walk! The pain is too strong!" her voice was frail.
Haldir stood up and held his hand near Isabella. She didn't see him, her eyes were starting to go fuzzy. She was whimpering. The pain was getting stronger.
He held her shoulders, and urged her to stand, but she couldn't move. Without thinking, his left arm seized under her legs and with the right, held her body close to him. He lifted her up and started to walk to Cavanthir's shop.
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Larien and Cavanthir were frantically searching the shop for herbs and potions for Isabella's pain. Cavanthir stopped and thought for a minute. While Larien was searching the shop, Cavanthir had and fetched a caldron and some herbs. Larien stopped and looked at him puzzled. "you are doing what now??" her voice confused. Cavanthir just smiled and replied, "I have an idea, since we cant find any pain relief, I thought that I could make it!!" he was excited and busied himself with leaves and oils. Still confused Larien walked over to him and stood next to Cavanthir and watched in amazement while he stocked the cauldron with the herbs and oils. His hands working faster and faster! She looked at him, a feeling started to flow over her. Cavanthir slowed down and looked at Larien too. For years he had a crush on her, ever since she had started to work in the Palace. She had so many secrets, no one ever knew about her.
"you work so fast! It's amazing Cavanthir!" Larien's voice soft. He smiled and stopped pouring oils in the cauldron, and turned to her.
"thanks, I've noticed that you always hang around the Palace… don't you have a home?" his eyes concentrating into hers.
"what?! I have a home!! And I think that it's a bit to personal to let out my private life thankyou!" she stood tall.
"sorry I don't mean to intrude…." Cavanthir looked embarrassed. He bit his bottom lip, took a deep breath and said "could you tell me some time? I mean…"
"what?! Tell you what?" she looked at him.
"everything about you, I don't know if you have noticed but…. I'm…"
"your??" egging him on, she just stared at him. "….. I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!…" Larien stood back stunned, what would you say to that!!! "oh…" that was all that came out of her mouth! Cavanthir just when back to biting his bottom lip and mixing his potion. Larien stood back and sat on the dusty stool that was behind the counter that Cavanthir worked. She looked up at him. "you really mean that?" she asked.
He looked up with regret in his eyes, "yeah… I do…. Ever since you started working in the Palace" he gave a small smile to her. Then went back to his work. Larien's head looked down again.
Haldir walked in the door holding Isabella in his arms. Isabella's expression was frightful. Her face scrunched up as she held the wound with both hands. Haldir on the other hand, was stern and his stance was to be proud of. He walked over to a dusty table that was full of beakers and cobwebs. "Larien, could you wipe down the table?" he pointed to the table over to the left of the room. In a flash she got up and pulled the white cloth from her dress and cleaned the table. Haldir nodded and gave a small smile in gratitude, walked to the side of the table and slowly started to put Isabella on it. "It's going to be rough" he said gently in her ear. She yelped and nodded in co operation. Her bottom slid onto the wooden table, and as Haldir was laying her down, Larien had reached over to her left and plucked a small silky fabric square, from in a drawer, and swiftly placed it down for Isabella's head. Isabella was in pain, more pain than she had ever been in… well to her knowledge. Larien gave a grave looked towards Haldir, who was looking down at the thin woman. Thoughts running through his head. He stood for a minute then walked over to Cavanthir.
"what can you do? Can you help her?" his voice rushed, his deep blue eyes wide with fear. "at the moment I'm formulating a potion, mind you I've never done this particular one before, so I don't know if it will work. But if it does it should relieve the pain, I think." Cavanthir said as he was lifting a clear tube with a pasty cream substance in it, up to his green eyes, while pouring a clear liquid in it. It fizzled and turned a aqua colour. Haldir's face was apprehensive.
"are you sure it can work? It might kill her!"
Cavanthir gave a small laugh and replied, "probably! We'll find out!!"
Isabella yelped at the pain, and squirmed slightly as she held the wound tightly. "oh please, I need something, it's too much!!!" her voice weak, only Larien heard, and grabbed her right hand firmly, and sat down, next to Isabella. "it's coming Miss Isabella" Larien's grip slightly getting tighter. She held Isabella's hand to her mouth and kissed it gently. "soon"
Cavanthir stopped his potion making and walked towards Isabella. "this may slow the pain down, but the pain wont stop" his voice soft. He gave a signal to Haldir to lift Isabella's head. She winced as Haldir held her head upright. Cavanthir held the small tube to her lips, and insisted her to drink. She sipped the potion, cream droplets ran down her chin. Cavanthir withdrew the tube, and took a step back, while Haldir laid her head back down on the silk square. For a moment nothing was heard, except Isabella's sharp breathing…. It gradually became softer, and softer, until the chest stopped rising.
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"allsorts of them!" Cavanthir replied. "but I'm not sure that I have any on pain relief?" his look was worried and shocked. "I'll run ahead and see!"
"we'll meet you there Cavanthir, we'll be there!" and Cavanthir got up and ran towards the wide, double doors. The room was silent, Finrod then stood, and announced that the meeting is now over. Isabella still crouched down, stayed still, and Larien held her shoulder firmly, trying to comfort her pain. Haldir was looking concerned and held her knee warmly, and waited until the room was empty. And stood up and started thinking. "Larien.." she looked up at the elf. "yes, sir?"
"I need you to hurry to Cavanthir's shop, get everything ready, and we'll be there" Haldir's voice was concerned. Larien nodded and ran out of the room.
He looked at Isabella and knelt down besides her chair. "talk to me? How bad is the pain?" his hand clasped on her knee once again. Isabella was still huddled into a ball in the chair. Her eyes closed tightly, and her hands on her side. Slowly she lifted her head and looked at him. "bloody painful! I cant walk! The pain is too strong!" her voice was frail.
Haldir stood up and held his hand near Isabella. She didn't see him, her eyes were starting to go fuzzy. She was whimpering. The pain was getting stronger.
He held her shoulders, and urged her to stand, but she couldn't move. Without thinking, his left arm seized under her legs and with the right, held her body close to him. He lifted her up and started to walk to Cavanthir's shop.
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Larien and Cavanthir were frantically searching the shop for herbs and potions for Isabella's pain. Cavanthir stopped and thought for a minute. While Larien was searching the shop, Cavanthir had and fetched a caldron and some herbs. Larien stopped and looked at him puzzled. "you are doing what now??" her voice confused. Cavanthir just smiled and replied, "I have an idea, since we cant find any pain relief, I thought that I could make it!!" he was excited and busied himself with leaves and oils. Still confused Larien walked over to him and stood next to Cavanthir and watched in amazement while he stocked the cauldron with the herbs and oils. His hands working faster and faster! She looked at him, a feeling started to flow over her. Cavanthir slowed down and looked at Larien too. For years he had a crush on her, ever since she had started to work in the Palace. She had so many secrets, no one ever knew about her.
"you work so fast! It's amazing Cavanthir!" Larien's voice soft. He smiled and stopped pouring oils in the cauldron, and turned to her.
"thanks, I've noticed that you always hang around the Palace… don't you have a home?" his eyes concentrating into hers.
"what?! I have a home!! And I think that it's a bit to personal to let out my private life thankyou!" she stood tall.
"sorry I don't mean to intrude…." Cavanthir looked embarrassed. He bit his bottom lip, took a deep breath and said "could you tell me some time? I mean…"
"what?! Tell you what?" she looked at him.
"everything about you, I don't know if you have noticed but…. I'm…"
"your??" egging him on, she just stared at him. "….. I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!…" Larien stood back stunned, what would you say to that!!! "oh…" that was all that came out of her mouth! Cavanthir just when back to biting his bottom lip and mixing his potion. Larien stood back and sat on the dusty stool that was behind the counter that Cavanthir worked. She looked up at him. "you really mean that?" she asked.
He looked up with regret in his eyes, "yeah… I do…. Ever since you started working in the Palace" he gave a small smile to her. Then went back to his work. Larien's head looked down again.
Haldir walked in the door holding Isabella in his arms. Isabella's expression was frightful. Her face scrunched up as she held the wound with both hands. Haldir on the other hand, was stern and his stance was to be proud of. He walked over to a dusty table that was full of beakers and cobwebs. "Larien, could you wipe down the table?" he pointed to the table over to the left of the room. In a flash she got up and pulled the white cloth from her dress and cleaned the table. Haldir nodded and gave a small smile in gratitude, walked to the side of the table and slowly started to put Isabella on it. "It's going to be rough" he said gently in her ear. She yelped and nodded in co operation. Her bottom slid onto the wooden table, and as Haldir was laying her down, Larien had reached over to her left and plucked a small silky fabric square, from in a drawer, and swiftly placed it down for Isabella's head. Isabella was in pain, more pain than she had ever been in… well to her knowledge. Larien gave a grave looked towards Haldir, who was looking down at the thin woman. Thoughts running through his head. He stood for a minute then walked over to Cavanthir.
"what can you do? Can you help her?" his voice rushed, his deep blue eyes wide with fear. "at the moment I'm formulating a potion, mind you I've never done this particular one before, so I don't know if it will work. But if it does it should relieve the pain, I think." Cavanthir said as he was lifting a clear tube with a pasty cream substance in it, up to his green eyes, while pouring a clear liquid in it. It fizzled and turned a aqua colour. Haldir's face was apprehensive.
"are you sure it can work? It might kill her!"
Cavanthir gave a small laugh and replied, "probably! We'll find out!!"
Isabella yelped at the pain, and squirmed slightly as she held the wound tightly. "oh please, I need something, it's too much!!!" her voice weak, only Larien heard, and grabbed her right hand firmly, and sat down, next to Isabella. "it's coming Miss Isabella" Larien's grip slightly getting tighter. She held Isabella's hand to her mouth and kissed it gently. "soon"
Cavanthir stopped his potion making and walked towards Isabella. "this may slow the pain down, but the pain wont stop" his voice soft. He gave a signal to Haldir to lift Isabella's head. She winced as Haldir held her head upright. Cavanthir held the small tube to her lips, and insisted her to drink. She sipped the potion, cream droplets ran down her chin. Cavanthir withdrew the tube, and took a step back, while Haldir laid her head back down on the silk square. For a moment nothing was heard, except Isabella's sharp breathing…. It gradually became softer, and softer, until the chest stopped rising.
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