The Fairy of Middle Earth

Chapter 136: The Power of Prayer

It had been a victory for Thingol and the eastern elves. Yet the damage made it feel less like one. The healing tents were filled and they had to use others, even the war tent was emptied and then filled with wounded. Thingol was among them, he healing as many as he could. There would be many more losses before the night was through. They had signed up for this and the realities of war were not lost on a single one of them.

Thingol healed many, he worked until he was nearly utterly drained and could no longer stand. He could barely walk from the tent when he was forced to stop. He looked around to see many kings at work. Even if they served under him now they were still kings none the less and the hands of a king are healing hands. Just as he was about to walk fully into the cool night breeze the loudest of all the patients called out to him.

"My Lord, please just a moment."

Thingol sighed and turned to see Glorfindel half naked hurrying after him.

"My Lord, I require your assistance. I have broken ribs yes but I have had worse and these healers will not allow me to leave with my wife." He suddenly turned around and locked eyes with a rather stern faced female a human no less. "No Minerva." He held up his hand then looked to the King. " Please my Lord she wishes to prod me more."

Thingol rubbed at the bridge of his nose with two long fingers then sighed deep and long. "Minerva is your name is it." He smiled pleasantly to her. "You are of the healers and this is your patient I will not interfere with your treatment."

The color drained from Glorfindel's face and he looked to the King in disbelief then anger. "Fine Thingol. I see where your loyalties lie. " He shoved a finger out and shook it. "One day you will be in a bad position just like this one and I shall give you no aid." Minerva was a rather stout young woman. Very tall for a human, soon she was ushering Glorfindel back to his cot. He protested the whole way.

Thingol leaned against Maedhros once he was outside. "I trust you to deal with everything Mellon, I fear I may sleep for 3 days."

"If you do all will be taken care of when you wake. If I did not do my best your wife might truly do harm to me." This made Thingol chuckle. He needed a bit of humor to make it easier to walk to his tent.

It had been a victory for Thingol and the eastern elves. Yet the damage made it feel less like one. The healing tents were filled and they had to use others, even the war tent was emptied and then filled with wounded. Thingol was among them, he healing as many as he could. There would be many more losses before the night was through. They had signed up for this and the realities of war were not lost on a single one of them.

Thingol healed many, he worked until he was nearly utterly drained and could no longer stand. He could barely walk from the tent when he was forced to stop. He looked around to see many kings at work. Even if they served under him now they were still kings none the less and the hands of a king are healing hands. Just as he was about to walk fully into the cool night breeze the loudest of all the patients called out to him.

"My Lord, please just a moment."

Thingol sighed and turned to see Glorfindel half naked hurrying after him.

"My Lord, I require your assistance. I have broken ribs yes but I have had worse and these healers will not allow me to leave with my wife." He suddenly turned around and locked eyes with a rather stern faced female a human no less. "No Minerva." He held up his hand then looked to the King. " Please my Lord she wishes to prod me more."

Thingol rubbed at the bridge of his nose with two long fingers then sighed deep and long. "Minerva is your name is it." He smiled pleasantly to her. "You are of the healers and this is your patient I will not interfere with your treatment."