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Day 30 of Ivanneth, 3325 (G.C) of the Second Age |
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Minas Ithil - Houses of Healing
Menegil Belmagol
I awoke to find a particularly interesting note from my King, below yesterday's entry. So, I leave a note of my own; I do not consider Targon a fool, far from that. The nurse that brought me breakfast warned me of the success in the administrating of the draught to every ill person of these Houses. Soon enough, they will be hopping out of their beds, except for me...my wounds are still considerably fresh still, but are healing quite rapidly. Four more days, and I will be strong enough to travel.
Indeed, those are great news! I have not seen the sea for some months, and although that is very little time, I do miss my manor in the beaches of Mithlond, and my ship. If my wounds permit me, I think that I will aid the mariners during the journey home...
I write this from the gardens of the Houses, an isolated and vast balcony, filled with exotic and beautiful plants. The morning air is fresh and unbreathed, as if a renewed spring fell down upon the City of the Rising Moon. The guards' chainmail can be seen from this side of the walls, as their radiance glitters with the white walls of the city. I am not alone; several others are here with me, combatants that were afflicted with the Black Breath, and head contusions, due to a strange fight between a Nazgul using a sack of jewels as a weapon. Their story revealed to be quite interesting and entertaining. Even more funny was to hear the story of the Nazgul that stroke me. Apparently, a fellow Elf killed the fell-beast that bite me. The Nazgul started crying not soon after, vanishing soon after, because of the wounds that I inflicted upon him, or maybe another unknown cause, or maybe both, I do not know. All that I know is that it was terribly amusing, and I am still laughing at that event.
 Menegil · Thu Sep 30, 2004 @ 10:59am · 0 Comments |
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