Character: OFC and a Rider of Rohan
Source: RotK – after the Siege of Minas Tirith
Disclaimer: Tolkien constructed Middle-earth and all who dwell therein, it is his.
Thick greenish liquid slithered between her fingers as she soaked the bindings. Wild mint masked it a little, but the glutinous boiled Comfrey root still smelt dull and rank.
Knit-bone - it hardened like wood around broken limbs, but by Eru did it stink!
Poppy-juice had taken the man’s senses, allowing them to strip him and straighten the broken leg - now she wound comfrey-bandages around the splints.
The young Rohirrim’s hair, mussed and blooded from battle, gleamed dull-golden against the pillow... She frowned, remembering another... now lost - and thought...
I’ll clean and comb that for him... when I’ve time.