gondolindrim | Tending the wounded...

Eowyn has been called to the House of Healing, when the guards alerted them that there were injuries. She is there with the other healers, waiting for the victims to arrive.

Laimist: *running around getting supplies*
Finrod: *comes into House of Healing ahead of Theo dragging Ecthelion*
Healers: *sorting out the injured guards*
Laimist: *brings a bed for Lio quickly*
Eowyn: *calls to Finrod and Theo* Bring him over here!

Theoden: Hey, Eowyn...
Finrod: *nods at Theo, helping as he can*
Eowyn: Are you alright? *glances at the three of them, quickly realizes Lio is in the worst shape; to Laimist* He's the priority.
Laimist: yes, ma'am. *starts removing Lio's armour*
Theoden: I kinda got stabbed. I can still move my arm, though, that's good, right?
Finrod: But, we will need two others as well.
Eowyn: Yes, that's good, Theo. *helping Laimist; glances at Finrod* Two others?
Finrod: Yes, for Theoden, and for myself. *thinks a moment* I could also do with a smith, but that can wait.
Laimist: *has Lio's top exposed and letting an elf specialist help him, hovering as she's needed*
Eowyn: *gestures for two more beds to brought over, tells the nurse to help Theo with his armor* We'll get a smith for you, Lord Finrod, eventually. First we need to make sure your friend here is okay. *rather dismayed as Lio's wound is revealed*
Theoden: *sits down heavily on a chair* Bed. Right.
Laimist: ma'am, are there humans who need me?
Finrod: Yes, see to him first... *concerned for Lio* Just bring a cool cloth for me, and I can wait a few moments.
Theoden: is the captain going to be okay? *up at Eowyn and Finrod*
Eowyn: *to Laimist and the specialist* I'll see to Theo... you two work on Ecthelion... *to Theo and Finrod* We'll do our best. *calls for a basin of water and a cool cloth for Finrod, and turns to examine Theo*
Theoden: *not so good at getting his armour off* chainmail mostly protected me...
Eowyn: *helps him; asks them both* What happened?
Finrod: *holds the damp towel against his arm, alternating between watching Theo and Eowyn, and Lio* That's a long tale...
Theoden: we went in the sewers after a bunch of madmen with knives.
Theoden: And I'm not that good at dodging
Laimist: *feeding Lio a painkiller*
Laimist: *as best she can with him passed out*
Eowyn: *looking at Theo's arm* It's not too bad, Theo... Madmen with knives? In the sewers? Is this related to the murders?
Finrod: Suffice it to say a battle, but yes. *does not want too many rumours to begin, without knowing whether they've caught or killed all the cultists*
Theoden: I believe, dear Eowyn, that the murders are solved. I don't have some weird sewer poison in me, do I?
Theoden: *has trouble not sharing with family*
Finrod: *gives Theo a look*
Theoden: Dred was down there too. But he's okay. I think. He had brown stuff on him
Eowyn: *cleaning his wound* No sewer poison, and you're sure Dred's okay? *glances at Finrod* No worries, Lord Finrod, I will keep quiet.
Theoden: well, he was okay enough to stay behind for clean up.
Theoden: *glances at Lio*
Lio: *still unconscious as the healers work on him*
Finrod: I am sure you understand my concern, Lady Eowyn...
Eowyn: *nods* Yes, absolutely. I hope all is well, now though. And that others are not as injured as your captain. *numbs Theo's arm before sewing up the wound*
Theoden: sorry, sir.
Theoden: *watches her do it, fascinated*
Finrod: He has the worst of it, so far as I know.
Theoden: Feanor was down there. He saved me at a few points
Theoden: although I suppose if he hadn't shown up, I probably would have just kept out of sight and climbed up a manhole
Eowyn: The sword pierced his armor in a bad spot... *glances at the others working on Lio, then back at Theo* Did he? Why was he there?
Finrod: *can only shrug*
Theoden: I don't know, but I think he was having fun
Theoden: I got to see my first elves get killed
Finrod: *frowns*
Theoden: first anyone, really...
Theoden: *frowns too* well. Almost first anyone. I'm babbling, aren't I?
Eowyn: *half-smile* Not what you were expecting?
Finrod: *thinks he rather is, but will not say so*
Theoden: I have to say, Swanhild falling off the horse was a lot more traumatizing than seeing Feanor slice apart elves. I feel like a horrible person for saying so
Theoden: of course, Swanhild wasn't going to kill me, probably
Finrod: *glances toward Lio*
Eowyn: *bandages Theo's arm and gives him a tonic for pain and to soothe his nerves* There, drink that and rest.
Theoden: thanks, Eowyn. I really hope Dred was really okay...
Finrod: *such odd names, humans...*
Eowyn: Well, I haven't seen him here yet, so that's a good sign. *turns to Finrod* Now, where are you injured, my lord? I have some experiences with elves - if your injuries are not too severe, I can aid you.
Laimist: *steps away once surgery's done on Lio*
Finrod: A burn, just here. *holds out his wrist, setting the cloth aside*
Eowyn: *nods* I see. I have just the thing. I'll be right back.
Theoden: sorry for being so familiar with her, sir *looks up at Finrod* she's my niece
Finrod: Just don't make a habit of it. The case is still open, technically.
Theoden: right, sorry, sir. *properly chastened and drinks more of the stuff Eowyn gave him*
Eowyn: *returns with a small pot of burn salve* This will help... *begins cleaning Finrod's burn gently, then applies the salve*
Theoden: ...how did you get burnt? Did you get hit by a torch?
Finrod: *still, it's painful, grits his teeth* No, not a torch. Metal.
Eowyn: Metal? Yes, I see, the burn is very even... *gently massaging the salve* This has both healing and soothing properties, my lord. It will help it heal quickly.
Theoden: metal? *so confused* Were they forging things?
Theoden: *so does not get the idea of torture*
Finrod: Thank you. *rather hoping they'll guess torture and let it lie*
Eowyn: *does guess it; shoots a quelling glance at Theo as she bandages the burn* Is this the only burn?
Finrod: Yes, this is the only one.
Theoden: what's in this stuff?
Eowyn: *hands him a pain tonic* This will help the pain, so take this. *to Theo* It will help the pain.
Finrod: *nods, thanking her, and drinks it down*
Theoden: well, you said that part... *sniffs it*
Eowyn: *arches an eyebrow* Do you think I'm trying to poison you?
Theoden: no! No, never. I was just curious.
Eowyn: It's a tonic. It will help with the pain, and to relax you.
Theoden: *gives up on finding what it's made of and drinks some more*
Eowyn: Theo, we're going to keep you overnight here, to keep an eye on you.
Theoden: kay. Are you staying too?
Eowyn: *nods* We've got a lot of patients. I'll stay to keep an eye on things.
Eowyn: I don't think you need to stay the night here, Lord Finrod... your injuries are not too severe. But if you would like, we can get a bed for you.
Finrod: Oh, that won't be necessary! *will be quite happy to go back to his own rooms*
Eowyn: *nods and gives him the pot of salve* You should take this, and change the bandages on the wound daily, using the salve each time. It should be healed in a few weeks. Stop by if you would like us to check the wound.
Theoden: Who have you got watching Melkor?
Eowyn: One of the neighbors.
Theoden: oh good. I was picturing you coming home to a burnt down cottage
Finrod: *nods* I will. *then freezes at the name*
Theoden: I'm sorry our dinner got interrupted.
Eowyn: *notices; hurries to explain* She's a little girl who was found alone in the streets here - I've adopted her. She said her name was Melkor, I think to make up for her fear of elves.
Finrod: *slowly* Ahh...
Theoden: oh yeah. Nothing dark goddish about her, except the temper tantrums
Finrod: Well, I that's good, I suppose. *to Eowyn* Thank you for your care. I should probably get going.
Eowyn: *nods* Unless you would like to wait to hear about Ecthelion's condition.
Finrod: How long will that be, before you know anything?
Theoden: poor captain. Usually it's the grunts who get the bad injuries in the stories
Eowyn: Depends on the extent of the damage. I will find out what I can, if you would like. *calls for some orderlies* Theo, they will bring you to a room, and I'll be by to check on you later.
Finrod: *nods*
Theoden: Thanks. *gives her a one-armed hug*
Eowyn: You're welcome. *goes to talk to Laimist and the other elven healer about Ecthelion*
Finrod: *waits to hear what they say*
Orderlies: *come to take Theo to his room*
Theoden: *deals with the rest of his armour and tries to relax*
Laimist: ma'am, he's not dying, but he's unconscious and lost a lot of blood
Laimist: It's bad.
Eowyn: *nods* Do we have blood to give him?
Laimist: Yes. *nod* And the elf healers are confident he'll survive.
Finrod: *politely waiting*
Eowyn: Good, good. *thinks Ecthelion looks bad* All right, I'll tell the others. *goes back to Finrod*
Finrod: How serious is it?
Eowyn: *gently* He's lost a lot of blood, and is still unconscious, but the healers are confident that he will survive.
Finrod: *nods* When he wakes, I'd like if word were sent to me, and to the king.
Eowyn: Yes, I'll make sure.
Finrod: Thank you, again, for all your help.
Eowyn: You are welcome. Please, if you need anything, come and see me.
Finrod: *nods* I shall.
Eowyn: Take care, Lord Finrod. I hope you get some rest.
Finrod: *smiles* I shall have that as well. *bids her farewell before heading to the palace*

Eowyn: *goes back to work, tending to the injured*

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