Source, RotK - Houses of Healing
Disclaimer: Tolkien created this world, this place, this time.
Sometimes there have to be words woven into the treatment; herbs aren’t enough, especially when the spirit hurts as much as the body.
Sometimes, they’re the soothing shush-shush of childhood, for the fevered whose memories play tricks, seeing mother, or distant love, in the healer’s face. Elsetimes firm commands bolster unpalatable medicines.
There are careful phrases woven to allay fear, give hope, encouragement... And finally - myth-words; soft incantations that all reduce to: ‘you will get better, you will!’ ...no matter what is actually murmured under the breath.
Tonight, the words seem thin and paltry... small comfort against the gathering darkness.