Character: Faramir... ~_^
Source: RotK... and for once totally canon.
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s world, Kortirion just likes to visit
Swallowing couldn’t remove the acrid taste... or was it smell...? So bitter, he wanted to retch, but his mouth was too dry. He struggled against the invasive... something... unable to rid himself of it... He gasped... It was so dark... Why couldn’t he see?
Hands! Hands touching him!
All at once the scent changed – gone the noisome stench. Like the fairest smells of Ithilien’s woods after rain, it roused him. He rose as if through dark water, following the sound of his name... and opened his eyes.
At his bedside... a dark-haired man feed athelas leaves into a steaming bowl.