Source: Houses of Healing
Disclaimer: Tolkien created Middle-earth and all its places and people – bar this one.
She smoothed the torn skin into place, pushing the edges together. He shivered.
“Cold? I’ll get fresh coals... Hot mead?”
He nodded, staring straight ahead. She selected a new needle and clove oil-soaked thread, glanced at him... and started sewing.
She was swift, the stitches neat - ridged seams were always left behind, but... it would be tidy. He shivered again.
“Porter!” she yelled …where were they?!
She felt him watching.
“You always did have skilled fingers...” he mumbled.
She grunted, bit the thread and put down his leathers.
“Best take your shirt off now... let me stitch that arm.”