The elf slipped in from the ajoining room, holding a bowl of steaming water in her hands. She set it on the floor, and dipped a cloth into it, glancing at the girl for permission to clean the wounds.
She had swept her hair up, and pinned it to the back of her head, so as to kept the majority of it from falling into her face. She regarded the man carefully for a moment.

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Margaret nodded to her. It would take two, and with the wounds looking the way they were, it would need an elven touch. Beside, she decided to keep the man calm while the work was getting done.

Swirling the cloth around in the water, she made she it recived a generouse portion of the herbs she had added to it. Watchin the mans reaction, she gently began to clense the wounds.

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The man's eyes opened and looked at all in the room. "Legolas...you remind me of legolas...who are you?"

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The elf looked up at him, a look of suprise crossing her features "You know Legolas?" After a few moments of silence she added "I am Rhavaniel, am I guessing you were part of the Fellowship?"

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"yes, i was. I must get back to them." said the man aas he tried to get up.

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"You go nowhere."Rhavaniel said firmly, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him gently back into the pillows. Her eyes glinted as she examined the mortals wounds, making quick work of the arrow heads buried inside.

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" I MUST help frodo, he must survive. i have to help them all."

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"Boromir, your wounded. You are in no shape to go anywhere." Margaret looked at the man. "Please, let us help you. Once you have fully recovered then we shall see what happens."

"They could all be dead by then, please, if i can fight i can help them."

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Margaret looked at the man in disbelife. He was as pale as death at the moment, and extremly weak. "Boromir, you can't go. I won't let you."

((Numenorian101, Maybe in the next post, Boromir could be talking but stop when the infection causes him to go into convulsions.))

You mus let me!! you mu-" Boromir started shaking violently before he could finish

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Margaret paled. "Oh god." She turned to the female elf. "Do have any thing that helps infection." she asked hastely before turning back to Boromir, who was still convulsing violently. She didn't know what to do.

The elf turned her starteling eyes on the girl. In a swift movement she rose, and disappeared behind the door.
When she came back, her long fingers were calmly holding a pouch of herbs. "I need you to hold him down. Lay across his chest if you have to, but keep him still."

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Margaret nodded, and sat her self on the man legs, and held down his arms. It was hard, she could still feel him Convulsing beneath her, but her weight helped.

"Frodo!!!" screamed, and then stopped convulsing

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