Fliewatuet's 2005 Birthday Presents
5. "Herblore" by JunoMagic
She sat in the herbarium, a quiet hall in the Houses of Healing, where all the herblore of Gondor was kept and the herbs to go with it. Roses of Imloth, the dried leaves of Culumalda trees…
And, now, after years of being spurned as an old wives’ folly: athelas.
Even dried and pressed, the leaves exuded their pungent fragrance. Carefully she retraced the long leaves.
It was a quandary. How should she phrase her comment?
Athelas? Asëa aranion? Or kingsfoil?
She thought of the king. Those bright grey eyes. That touching smile. That gentle voice.
She began to write…
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