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Curious Sickness

Tags: Hraefengar,  Gidon,  Ollie,  Elladan,  Sulgirion

Short Summary: Hraefengar the Rohir is ill, and Gidon and the eagle don't know how to help him; Elladan comes to tend to the man.
Date (real-life): 2010-04-26
Scene Location: Shepherding Village

Shepherding Village
This is the home of a small, proud, and independent people who live primarily by herding sheep in the open lands south of the Great East Road. Once driven from this region by troll depredations, they have returned and appear to be prospering, perhaps because they can also profit by trade on the Great East Road.

Or rather.... we should say it /was/ the home of these people. The many sturdy houses and smaller huts clustered on a hill here have mostly been burned. Some are yet standing, more are nothing more than charred timbers. Once, they were safely ensconced behind a deep ditch and wall. The ditch is filled with the ashy ghosts of thorn bushes ... and the gate hangs crookedly, black as charcoal.

But a stone wall is being built by a group of industrious dwarves, and many of the buildings that were still standing have been repaired. The village is now a mixture of the charred, skeletons of houses, and shiny new ones.

A long, low, smoke-stained building, sprawling along the hillside below the caravanserai, appears to the south. Its thatched roof has miraculously escaped burning - though there are black patches across it. Thick lead-paned windows are dark. A group of industrious men and dwarves and a few elves are camped in the open area.
Ered-Luin Encampment
Large Ballista
Finest Herd
Obvious exits:
Gathering House, Caravanserai, and Great East Road

============== Lord of the Rings Calendar <in English> ==============
IC time is:    Mid Morning < About 10:17 AM >
IC day is:     Tuesday
IC date is:    October 11
Moon phase:    Waning Crescent <HIDDEN>
Earendil:      Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is:    Third Age 3049
RL time:        Mon Apr 26 11:25:53 2010

The sky is filled with puffy white clouds, carrying the hints of winter's bitterness though no snow yet falls. It is mid morning, and the smells of this new day's breakfast waft upon the air.

Among those awake, is Sulgirion, and today finds the Giant Eagle perched ontop of the man-high stone wall that surrounds the village. Though he stands unmoving, the enormous bird is not lingering in sleep. Rather his head is turned, keeping one large amber eye upon the activity in the town behind him, and the second eye on the line of the forest.

[Ollie(#15066)] A boy has been employed in running errands, racing back and forth across the village, taking this to that person and that other thing to this person and messages of all sorts to everyone anyone can think of.

But now, he appears to have a small respite. Instead of running, Gidon is walking slowly, scuffing his feet against the dirt. He has chosen to walk along the wall, admiring the height of it - until he comes to the eagle. A slight flush colors his face, and he makes a bit of a half-circle around the large bird.

The avian's body is standing in the opposite direction, his great feathered chest facing that dark world of trees; but his gold-tipped head is still canted, and the eye that watches the inside of the village does not miss Gidon as he nears. The beak opens in Westron as the eagle shifts himself around to face his front to the lad. "I wish you good morning, little Master," greets Sulgirion, and he pauses slightly. "Gliron, was it?"

[Hraefengar(#30729)] Across the village and towards the wall walks Hraefengar. He is quite pale, and seems to be hurrying, being nudged along by his dog, who is whining softly. Of a sudden, she barks, and the scop nods wearily. He kneels, and then lowers himself to lie on the ground, going limp while he is on his side, and the dog nuzzles him, then settles at his side.

[Ollie(#15066)] Gidon jumps a little - not from fear this time, but from having so carefully been Not Paying Attention to the eagle, that it startles him to hear its voice. He stops and looks up cautiously. "Er.. Gidon." A flicker of movement catches his eye and he looks over at where Hraefengar is just now lying down.

"Gidon," repeats the eagle, and he clacks his beak open and shut a few times as if he were tasting the name. He looks about to say something more, but sounds of the barking make Sulgirion raise his sight, and he frowns. "Has the boar-hunter been injured again?" Then there is another glance down at the boy. "Shall we go see what is the matter?" The massive wings are spread out as he readies himself to leave the wall; the wounded wing is looking much better.

[Ollie(#15066)] Unthinkingly, Gidon ducks as those vast wings rush towards him. He glances again at Hraefengar, then walks towards the man himself, looking warily behind. He doesn't want to accidentally get sat upon!

Squatting down, he holds out a hand to the dog - and from behind a small stone house, where he has been sniffing around, the puppy comes racing out, and bounds happily at his mother.

[Hraefengar(#30729)] For a few moments Hraefengar is still. Then his limbs begin to twitch, so that his thin fram jerks about. The dog rises, standing beside him, guarding, but out of the way of his flailing limbs. She sniffs politely at Gidon as he approaches, but bares her teeth a little at the puppy, warning him back. After perhaps a minute, Hraefengar goes still again. He shivers, for his clothing, his hair, are soaked with cold sweat.

There is not a great distance to glide, and it is not long ere the eagle is again landed, this time on the ground nearby the two humans and the pair of hounds. For a while, Sulgirion watches in silence, and he stoops his neck uncertaintly, perhaps thinking to nudge the lying Rohir with his beak. But he does not, and the neck straightens again, the large hooked mouth instead speaking a question aloud. "Is this normal for your kind, to move thusly in their sleep? I.. am not familiar with the habits of land-dwellers." The eagle's feathered brow is still furrowed as he looks downward, peering momentarily to the mother wolfhound.

[Ollie(#15066)] The boy watches nervously. "No," he says after a minute, in response to the eagle's question. "I ... he's sick, I think?" he says uncertainly.

Confused, the puppy backs off, flattening himself ingratiatingly and looking up at his mother who so strangely isn't happy to see him.

[Hraefengar(#30729)] The dog wags her tail a little at her pup, then lies down beside Hraefengar, pressing close to him. She half-drapes herself over him, as if to keep him warm. The man himself gives a soft groan, but does not wake.

The large avian tilts his head. "If he is sick, it is an odd sickness. I fear I cannot be of much help." Sulgirion's amber eyes flicker around to the rest of the village. "I think," those giant wings are unfurled once more, and he takes a step-hop away, "I will fetch someone who is more knowledgeable..a healer if I can find one." And the raptor is gone, skimming low through the air as he heads off above the tents where workers can be seen eating.

Hraefengar stirs a little, the first groan followed by a second, then a third. His eyes flutter, open, and he looks up, uncomprehending. He shivers again, and then his eyes fall shut again, and his head lolls to the side.

[Ollie(#15066)] Gidon reaches out a hand, then pulls it back. Uncertain what to do, he looks around, half-makes to rise, then settles back to watch. Though what he can do, he has no idea. Is the man even still breathing? The boy leans forward, looking intently for the rise and fall of Hraefengar's chest.

He is still breathing, shivering sporadically as the breeze blows over his sweat-soaked body. He seems to sleep, though, or to lie in a swoon. The dog licks at Gidon's hand, then turns her head to rest on her master's chest.

[Ollie(#15066)] And Gidon watches, and waits for someone else to come.


It is after noon, now, and the sun is moving westward, the shadows lengthening. Yet it is not chilly, for autumn, and there are few clouds. Most everyone is busy working, continuing the job of getting the village ready. But one man is idle: Hraefengar rests on the ground not far from the wall, his head resting on a folded blanket, and his own cloak laid over him like a blanket. His dog is beside him, pressed close. Now and again some of the men turn to look at him, hesitant, and murmured words like "healers" and "eagle" can be heard passing back and forth before they turn away again to continue working.

[Elladan(#27059)] A tall figure comes around a corner, Elladan. Swiftly he makes his way to Hraefengar's place where he kneels down to behold the man. "Hraefengar. Can you hear me?" The voice is soft but commanding.

Eyelids flutter, reluctant. A soft groan escapes the man, and then Hraefengar's lids flutter again, slowly opening. The pale eyes are pain-clouded, and he squints a moment before closing them again, screwing them shut. He nods, then grunts in pain. He opens his mouth to speak, rasps softly, his throuat parched. "Head hurts." It is nearly a whisper.

[Elladan(#27059)] "Be still then," says the elf while hovers his hands above Hraefengar's temples. "The eagle found me." He closes his eyes then and begins to hum a slow tune, a song of old that needs no lyrics for its power.

The Rohir sighs softly, listening to the song, and a smile comes to his pale lips. The dog beside him nudges her head under one of his hands, and his fingers lightly stroke her fur. Hraefengar's eyes open again, and the pain seems to slowly clear from them. "Thank you," he breathes, but says nothing more.

OOC note: Pose missing here, I must have lost it in an edit. Summary of pose: Elladan asks Hrae if he has this sickness often.

Hraefengar closes his eyes a moment, biting at his lips. Then he looks up again, meeting the elf's gaze. "Sometimes." His voice is still hoarse, and he clears his throat. "Maybe sometimes once a month, sometimes once a fortnight. I have tea our healers have put together. It helps awhile, but not always. Sometimes it stops helping, until they find better herbs to use. Sometimes, if I am ill or hurt, it is more. Before I had the herbs, it could happen every day or two. Normally I make it to my tent. Hund knows, and she warns me."

[Elladan(#27059)] The elf nods and then seems to ponder for a moment. "I cannot promise to heal your disease but our healers have medicine that goes beyond that of your folk. And I would think that our commanders of the guard and our loremasters would like to hear your account of the journey from Rohan to this land. Would you go to my father's house with me, Hraefengar? It is open for all Free Peoples of Middle-earth and for all friends of the Eldar."

"I have been given no hope for a cure," answers Hraefengar. "I am glad you do not promise one, for I would feel... this to be a dream." He is silent for long moments, then nods a little. "You are kind, hir Elladan. I shall come with you. If not for healing, at least for a respite in safety, and a chance to speak... to loremasters. I shall feel truly humble."

[Elladan(#27059)] "Then it is agreed, I will bring you to Imladris tomorrow." As Elladan rises he reaches a handfull of dried leaves to Hraefengar. "Chew on this for a while, it will do you good. I will have to see for the watchmen now."

"Thank you." Hraefengar smiles, and he takes the offered leaves, looking at them curiously for a few moments. "Thank you," he repeats. "For taking the time to tend to me. I... I am sorry for causing any difficulties." With that he slips the leaves into his mouth and begins chewing, a curious expression on his face as if he is trying to figure out just what the leaves are.

Elladan waves this off as he turns to walk away. "You need not apologize. Such work does not mean any difficulties to me." Said that he offers a curt nod the Man and then walks off towards the charred remains of the village.


Date added: 2010-04-26 21:07:49    Hits: 88
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