Title: Bitter Herbs
Disclaimer: Tolkien knocks them down and I patch them up and put them back on their feet.
Author's Note: Another for the 'bitter' challenge
The leaves were bitter, but he dutifully chewed them to a pulp. This foul-tasting herb might mean life or death; the success or failure of the quest. The wound was ugly and ragged, but he lathed on the healing balm and made a dressing from his undershirt, stained with travel and sweat as it was. By Gilthoniel's grace it might be enough. Gilthoniel's grace? His beloved bore the Vala's protection, for she was a child of the stars as Elbereth was mother, but what love had the Star Queen for mortal man? Bold Erchamion could trust in bitter Athelas alone.