[The letters on this, the first page of a brand-new log, are written in a fine hand trained for elegance, uprightness, and symmetry.]
Here begin the observations of Bíld of Erebor, studying under the supervision of Elias Dimheim, apothecary of Gondor.
Miss Silver of Rohan is presently on bedrest for a broken leg. The wrapping is wax, a technique I have heard of but not often seen. I am told her stay is for ten weeks, which seems to me a great long time for a broken bone, if the break is but simple. It is typical for dwarrows to shed their splints in two, if not sooner, but it is true that one of the special blessings our people has received is to shrug off hurts that would be grievous for Men or Elves. If I were pressed to give my humble opinion, I would say that I fear for wasting, if she is off her feet over two months. I believe it would be good for her to take light exercise and move about on crutches as soon as possible.
Not directly related to her current predicament, she mentioned that she was confined to her home this late winter due to the cold irritating old injuries. I have heard this complaint before of old veterans with knotty joints, and though you, Master Dimheim, would know better than I what tonics might exist for it, I have heard of certain teas and that some buy from Dale a rub of concentrated mint, used externally.
As far as Miss Jacki's illness goes, its treatment is in your hands and hers, sir, and I hope you will do so soon and with compassion and honor.
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