Maewyn
I awoke to the feeling of pain, like my dad use to give when I got an injury, he would look at me with his cold and empty eyes and say, "now Rue," I hated that nickname, "the world is not a child-proof playhouse. You're going to get hurt in life, you need to learn to suck it up and put on your best appearance."
And I would cry, "But you're my daddy. I saw at the playground, when Sally-Anne got hurt her daddy hugged her and kissed her boo-boo away."
But he just stared me down with those cold and empty eyes and say, "don't live the fantasy they try to grow you up in," And would leave me with my boo-boo.
But he wasn't a terrible father, just a cold and hardcore one, one who didn't approve of the sugarcoating and soft nature parents present to their children. I thank him today for that.
"On a scale of 1-10, how much does your injury hurt?" My nurse, Maewyn, would ask me every day.
"I'd say 2." I told her; today was a relief day, where the wound was still numb from the herbs put on it. Yesterday was terrible, it was the first day in the healing ward and my stomach wound was infected, so they had to put this stinging herb medicine on it that left the pain afterwards.
"That's good." Maewyn smiled. I guess (since I have nowhere to go) I'll tell you about Maewyn.
So, she's probably in her late 40s, her hair is blonde with some grey streaks. Her eyes are a mysterious blue that I could look into and just think. She has these nimble hands which I see weaving all the time, though she'll never tell me what. She's a healer, born into it. Her husband is a soldier, Hayadred, part of the Éored lead by Éomer. She has one son, Hayaden, who is 16 years old (doing the math I'm guessing she was 24+ when she had him, not bad considering this is Middle Earth).
Jack curled at my feet, "hey Jack." I petted him. Jack seemed to take a liking to Maewyn as he hasn't stolen her breakfast yet, that or he's really against this flax-bread she eats.
"Stand," Maewyn told me, I complied and grimaced a little.
"I'm fine, 'm fine." I said when she tried to help me stand. I grasped the edge of the wooden table. "See, fine." My legs felt like led and my head was spinning, suck up the pain and put on your best appearance.
I think I blacked out after that.
This gives a little more information of her dad, how he's hard but gental in some ways (some ways). I do not own Lord of the Rings.