1. The Hands of A Healer
"Naneth has a headache and needs to rest," Gilraen told her small son who stared at her wide-eyed. She buried her aching head in the pillow as his nurse led him away.
"Estel make naneth better."
Gilraen woke from an uneasy slumber to find her child pressing a handkerchief filled with crushed leaves against her forehead. She recognised a familiar scent.
"Did Master Elrond tell you to choose these leaves?"
"No, they called to Estel."
Even as her pain started to ease, a thrill coursed through Gilraen. The child recognized athelas. He would be a great healer, and maybe more.
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