3. Smell
Vital.
I can smell the healing in this plant. The Valar blessed my brother indeed when they gifted Númenor with asëa aranion. Little more than a weed to some, in the hands of my line it is a gift beyond price to the wounded. It smells to me of Celebrían, in the days when we were happy. It is five hundred years since she sailed, but I remember her every time I teach another of my brother's descendants of this plant, and the love of a King which makes it heal. As I do now.
"Estel, this is athelas. Can you smell it?"
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