Aragorn heals Frodo and Sam on the way to Lórien
Event Type: General
Age: 3rd Age - Ring War
Date: January 15, 3019
An event in the aftermath of the Battles of the Fellowship at Moria; see that entry for an overview:
'[Lothlórien] lies many miles away. Let us hasten!'
For some time Frodo and Sam managed to keep up with the others; but Aragorn was leading them at a great pace, and after a while they lagged behind.... Sam's cut was burning like fire, and his head felt light.... He shivered. Frodo felt every step more painful and he gasped for breath.
At last Legolas turned, and seeing them now far behind, he spoke to Aragorn. The others halted, and Aragorn ran back....
'I am sorry, Frodo!' he cried.... 'So much has happened this day and we have such need of haste, that I have forgotten that you were hurt; and Sam too.... We have done nothing to ease you, as we ought, though all the orcs of Moria were after us. Come now! A little further on there is a place where we can rest for a little.... Come, Boromir! We will carry them.'
Soon afterwards they came upon another stream that... joined... with the hurrying Silverlode. Together they... foamed down into a dell.... At the bottom there was a level space through which the stream flowed.... Here they rested. It was now nearly three hours after noon, and they had come only a few miles from the Gates. Already the sun was westering.
While Gimli and the two younger hobbits kindled a fire... and drew water, Aragorn tended Sam and Frodo. Sam's wound was not deep, but it looked ugly, and Aragorn's face was grave as he examined it....
'Good luck, Sam!' he said.... 'The cut is not poisoned, as the wounds of orc-blades too often are. It should heal well....'
He opened his pouch and drew out some withered leaves.... '[Some] of their virtue has gone,' he said, 'but here I have still some of the leaves of athelas that I gathered near Weathertop. Crush one in the water, and wash the wound clean, and I will bind it. Now it is your turn, Frodo!'
'I am all right,' said Frodo, reluctant to have his garments touched....
'No!' said Aragorn. 'We must have a look and see what the hammer and the anvil have done to you. I still marvel that you are alive at all.' Gently he stripped off Frodo's old jacket and worn tunic, and gave a gasp of wonder.... The silver corslet shimmered before his eyes.... Carefully he took it off and held it up, and... the sound of the shaken rings was like the tinkle of rain in a pool....
'Here's a pretty hobbit-skin to wrap an elven-princeling in! If it were known that hobbits had such hides, all the hunters of Middle-earth would be riding to the Shire.'
'And all the arrows of all the hunters in the world would be in vain,' said Gimli.... 'It is a mithril-coat. Mithril! I have never seen or heard tell of one so fair. Is this the coat that Gandalf spoke of? Then he undervalued it. But it was well given!'
'I have often wondered what you and Bilbo were doing, so close in his little room,' said Merry. 'Bless the old hobbit!'....
There was a... blackened bruise on Frodo's right side.... Under the mail there was a shirt of soft leather, but... the rings had been driven through it into the flesh. Frodo's left side also... bruised where he had been hurled against the wall.... Aragorn bathed the hurts with water in which athelas was steeped.... [All] those who stooped over the steaming water felt refreshed.... Soon Frodo felt the pain leave him, and his breath grew easy: though he was stiff and sore... for many days. Aragorn bound some soft pads of cloth at his side.
'The mail is marvellously light,' he said. 'Put it on again, if you can bear it.... Do not lay it aside, even in sleep, unless fortune brings you where you are safe for a while; and that will seldom chance while your quest lasts.'
When they had eaten, the Company... hid all traces of [the fire]. Then... they took to the road again. They had not gone far before the sun sank behind the westward heights.... Sam and Frodo... were able to go at a fair pace, and with only one brief halt Aragorn led the Company on for nearly three more hours.
The Fellowship of the Ring, LoTR Book 2, Ch 6, Lothlórien
Elena Tiriel 22Jan10