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Notes: Thank you for the reviews and suggestions! I've read and enjoyed many of them (though I would like to say that maddy051280 has given me an official new headcanon Amrothos who will not go away). The next chapter is an attempt to bring back the feel of earlier chapters for the sake of pacing. Alas, this story has evolved beyond what I expected it to be; I am very grateful to all of you who've been supportive and encouraging. It means a lot to me that you've stuck with me for so long.
Chapter Fifteen
Day Three Hundred and Forty Four
Successfully completed surgery on a dead rabbit.
His leg is on backwards, but oh, well. He's dead anyways.
Day Three Hundred and Forty Six
Sewed on another rabbit leg. The right way.
Day Three Hundred and Forty Nine
Apparently Glaewron thinks I should know how to ride a horse. It is sad to see someone slowly lose their mind.
Day Three Hundred and Fifty
Glorfindel agreed with him. Silly elves, they will never get me on a horse by myself.
Day Three Hundred and Fifty One
They got me on a horse by myself. I almost cried, but Suldal is very nice and patient with me. He is a good horse. I fed him an apple.
I am never getting on another horse again, however. Not alone. They are far to high from the ground.
Day Three Hundred and Fifty Four
Ruinir named me the best mortal soup-maker he had encountered. I am so proud of myself that I am choosing to ignore the part where he said I still needed to work on my non-pizza baked goods and meat.
Day Three Hundred and Fifty Five
I have mastered basic stitches in small animals. I just need to remember that things don't go n backwards. And I need to remember which way is backwards.
In other news, I threw up when I realized they wanted be to begin work on internal organs.
Day Three Hundred and Fifty Seven
Spent the day with Erestor, learning how to write. You think a quill is just a fancy pen until you try to use it.
Day Three Hundred and Fifty Eight
Spilled ink on my dress. Thankfully, Nimhel had another one about my size I can ware for a while. It's dark blue and very pretty.
Day Three Hundred and Sixty
Lýthril, who is making my hair-veil, showed me a sketch. It seems very pretty; she said it will make my hair look shiny.
Day Three Hundred and Sixty Three
I have accomplished a simple suture in the muscle. It was disgusting, but when I move to Arnor after the war, it will be useful.
It ma even be useful before then, but I do not want to think about that.
Day Three Hundred and Sixty Five
So, a year. It is almost impossible for me to get my head around the magnitude of that. A year since I've seen my home, my family, my friends. A year in which I've leaned new skills, met new people, fallen in love, gotten engaged.
A year.
I miss my family, but I know I would miss Gorvon if I left, not to mention my friends...
I drank little toast to myself at dinner. When I looked up, Glorfindel had seen me and mimicked it. It's good to have friends, I think.
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