Source: RotK – Houses of Healing
Disclaimer: Tolkien created this world, this place, this time.
Grim work, long work, through night not night, but darkened day lit by sputtering lamps and distant fires. Lives guttered and failed like wind-blown candles... elsewhere, breathe held to body, hearts kept beating... small triumphs that, with hope, would gain strength.
‘Where there is will, life endures’ ...How many times had she muttered those words? To busy to embroider them with platitudes... How many weary nods, hesitant smiles, or gritted-teeth grimaces had acknowledged them? She’d lost count.
She sniffed - lifted her head, as a hound to the wind... could it...? Was it...?
Athelas! And only one could wield it so!