Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, only my two OCs, one at least who should be locked up with the criminally insane.

A.N: My medical knowledge limited, so my apologies. More apologies for the slow updates, school is pretty crazy and the half yearly exams are five weeks away. Another sub chapter title.

The Healing House

A Special Day is Missed

My back was killing, but I couldn't stop at the moment. I was running back and forth gathering up all the injured men and elves who had been left on the fields. I had taken out the crystal bottle and stared at it before placing it down on the table before sprinting it out the door going off to find as many men as possible who were still alive. I found a surprising number of men still alive, many with broken ribs and crushed torsos and many elves who had many forced into trauma induced commas and serious head injuries. I had managed to enlist the help of some women and a few soldiers who were still able to stand and did not want to go the feast to help me carry the wounded. Inside the fortress there was a huge, well-supplied healing house attended by around a hundred women most who knew what they were doing aided by younger women in training. I found a small pile of elves lying on the ground near the foot of the ruined wall. I knelt down felt for a pulse on one of the elves. I felt one. Faint and fluttering, but there was one.

"Over here!" I called.

A tall man called Bron hurried over as I felt for another pulse. There was a faint groan from the elf I was checking.

"This one and him too. I'll check the others."

Bron nodded and left, carrying the pale, limp elf. I continued to check the other three elves and they were all, astonishingly enough alive. The one from before groaned again and then whimpered. He then opened his eyes, which were bright blue.

"Where am I?"

I frowned and then realised that the back of his head was bleeding quite badly.

"Relax, you have been wounded and you're going to be taken to the Healing House. You're going to be fine."

"Did we win?"

"Yes, we did. Now relax and don't move."

The elf attempted to smile and then relapsed. Bron returned and carried the elf away. His eyes opened again and continued to watch me as he was borne away. I shook my head and carefully felt the spine of one of the elves. It appeared to be fine, along with his neck, so I carefully lifted him as one of the women appeared and promised to stay with the rest until I came back. There were only two left. I hoped they'd make it.

"Put him up here, we need to check his lungs, I think they have been punctured."

"Careful! His spine has been broke."

"Hand me that bowl dear, I need to check his head, it's been cracked open here."

The babble of noise was deafening. Everyone was sprinting around the room, trying to patch everyone up and keep them going until things calmed down. I was setting a bone after I had sewn the femur artery back together and stopped the man from bleeding to death. There were huge basins of water that had to be changed every five minutes because it turned red so quickly. It was the night after the battle had stopped and the men were already getting ready to celebrate. My lip curled at the thought of it, but I forced myself to concentrate on the man lying on the table, his face pale and twisted in pain. I then moved to the long scratch on his torso. I blinked and suddenly I was attending to an elf. It was the elf from before. I leaned over, thinking he was unconscious, to gently turn him on his side to see the wound properly. His eyes flew open and he hissed in pain.

"Oh, sorry."

"Tis fine my lady. What is it that you want me to do?"

"Turn onto your side please. I need to look at the back of your head."

The elf turned and I moved his hair to see the wound better. His hair was now sticky and red with his blood and it made me grimace. He hissed in pain again as I gently probed the wound.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

I bit my lip and then breathed through my mouth. The smell of blood hung heavily in the air and I felt a little sick from the smell. I should make one fact clear: I cannot stand people being in pain. This little fact can make me do very stupid things, such as punch someone nose, accidently breaking it and then fixing it again, or jump off a wall and take on a hundred orcs. Yeah, it is pretty silly but I cannot physically turn away from it. Ok, maybe away from Megan but I'd probably berate myself a little later on. I grabbed the small basin and began to wash away the blood. The wound bled a lot, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. There was a small fracture, but it was heal neatly back into place. The skin was torn, so I disinfected and stitched the skin back together before swapping it and dressing it.

"You can turn around now."

The elf did and looked at me. I made him follow my finger with his eyes and watched his pupils dilate.

"You have a minor concession. You need to stay here for the night for observation. You need to be woken every hour."

The elf nodded and thank me sincerely.

'Hm, nice elf. I wonder what his name is?'

I blinked again and I realised that the man in front of me was dying from some very serious internal bleeding from a crushed, mangled torso.

'Oh shit, please don't die.'

Twenty agonizing minutes later he did, screaming in pain and coughing up blood. I ran and threw up before returning and moving onto the next patient. I never found out his name or tell his distraught wife and children that he died painfully in front of me.

Three days had passed after the battle and the Healing House was rank with the smell of blood. All of us inside failed to notice it after the first night and we probably stank of it ourselves. The elf, Caelon had been released on the second night. We didn't speak much as I had been busy, but he had been nice and clever. Another great thing about him was that he was not under Megan spell. Score! My back hadn't gotten infected as a nice, cheery old woman had strode up to me and told me firmly to sit down. I sat down and removed my shirt. She tutted, cleaned and sewed it and then berated me for not coming to her earlier. She then told that I had to leave tomorrow and get some rest. I had apparently done all I could and that it wasn't proper for a lady and a soldier like me to do this work. I had attempted to argue, but she wouldn't give in. She was now watching me like a hawk as I packed up and made my way to the huge doors. I stumbled out and realised I hadn't eaten or slept properly for three days. Then it hit me. I went around and asked for the date. I missed it. I sighed and slumped to the ground, suppressing the urge to cry again before humming.

'Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear Nina…happy birthday to me.'

A.N: There we go! Review pretty please.