Poison

Act II Part I: The Black Elf of Minhiriath

It was safe to say that she was feeling nervous about walking up to the witch’s home. Lieta Woodfield usually could put up an act to get out of trouble if she needed to but to fool a rumored witch so she could, essentially spy on her, was a bit harder in her mind.

O Diary! Oh, oh, oh, I cannot believe it, yet -- it is true!

13 Forelithe

Six full moons have passed since we started treating Aeralin with the Elenduin potion Milnir brewed. He added multiple other ingredients that he already had at hand. Unlike athelas, all you need is one sip per day.

When I came back from the banks of Anduin, she was in a coma. We immediately started treating her.

8 Blotmath

It has been three days since we arrived at Ost Galadh. Aeralin does not say much but I can see how much pain she is in. If she is not sleeping, she writhes in pain.

We met Camaenor’s mentor, Milnir here. A skilled healer with great knowledge about poisons. He has been keeping Aeralin under observation for the last couple of days. There are so many wounded here, he is not able to give his full attention to only one of them.

13 Winterfilth

It has been four days since we had to leave the battle in Dol Guldur and abandon our post. Things have never been so dire before, and no, I am not only talking about the war.

Middle of Narquelië 3018 T.A. , Stewards Reckoning, Redstable

*rain streaks down the window panes, its pattering upon the roof a comforting sound combined with the crackling from the fireplace.  The bluebook lay open upon the small desk of her workroom and the scent of bilberry tea fills the air as she writes*

Protection comes in many guises, in the form of a mother, a lover, a blade, axe or the like. Sometimes from a stranger, a friend, sometimes it is sought, whilst at other times it is nowhere to be found.