Our broken heroes are all accounted for now in the Houses of Healing: Faramir, Éowyn, and Merry. Faramir’s fever labors on, while Éowyn and Merry suffer from a mysterious sickness that has been dubbed “the Black Shadow”. Its victims slip into a dark dream, and they die cold and troubled.
Of course, this sickness comes somehow from the Ringwraiths, and it’s no surprise that Éowyn and Merry are struck so badly. The healers can only watch and listen to see if there is anything that they can possibly do. One such, the oldest of them all, mourns over the probable losses. She says that it was said once that the true king of Gondor has a healing touch. If only such a king were to arrive!
-Ioreth: Eldest healer. Her name will constantly remind me of Irileth, royal annoyance at Whiterun in Skyrim. I have issues sometimes…
Anyway, though she claims that she hasn’t heard a thing about the rumors of a king arriving (after Gandalf prods her), Ioreth seems to be keyed into the mood of the moment. Of course, Aragorn has indeed come, and with the sun setting, he is just now riding into the city. It isn’t exactly foreshadowing, since we know all that already, but Ioreth is certainly foreshadowing for this segment of the story, where we technically haven’t heard about all that.
All in all, though, this isn’t a very exciting page. We have three heroes sleeping and one watching diligently, still slightly bemoaning the fact that he should be out on the battlefield. The most interesting note, which has nothing to do with anything else, is a brief aside that the lifespan of men is decreasing. Men of old lived long lives. Not immortal, but still hundreds of years. With the fall of Númenor, men migrating to Middle-earth coupled with those that had already been living there. These “lower” men had shorter lifespans, and this mingling has led to the decline in what once was a proud (and kind of elitist) people. Of course, purer bloodlines still live longer than those dirty mudbloods.
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I have to admit, I guess I shouldn’t have expected much action in the chapter titled “The Houses of Healing”. Phooey.
Days Until The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug: 45
No one dies today.
“‘I have been too busy with this and that to heed all the crying and…'”