Today was a very, very long day.
It's ending is almost perfect, but the day was long to come here.
First of all, I am glad to say the party gone to kill the goblins on the road is back and that everyone is fine. I was seriously beginning to worry. But of course they were 'not that big adversaries, mainly goblins'. Well, considering where we were...
Lord Anglachelm awoke before we set off, but he refused to be kept unconscious for our travel. I was not happy about it but it was his choice to make.
I gave him something against the pain and surprisingly he accepted it. That and food.
Well, lord Anglachelm had more confidence in that cart than I did. That thing looked and sounded ready to break at every step we took. Well, we had luck and it hold until we arrived to the point of crossing of the river to Caras Galadhon. It fell apart as we settled in the boat, so no one can protest that thing was dangerous but the point is... it stayed in mostly one piece until we arrived and lord Anglachelm left it. So... it was less harmful to use that than I thought.
Once at Lothlorien's docks, we were welcomed by the elf without name we freed from a cage in Dol Guldur. The elf who told us where to find lord Anglachelm.
Apparently, that elf is someone known by lord Anglachelm, and he made the presentations. His name is Belethoriel.
And once the presentations were done... Lord Anglachelm collapsed, some of his wounds bleeding heavily through the bandages. He got up on his own when really he should have stayed on the floor or at least be sitting.
We could install him on the floor, in the grass close-by. Not hygienic by any stretch of the imagination but better than the dock's floor, seriously.
I checked his ribs. That, at least, didn't move.
And then his open wounds. I got Parnard to press on the bleeding wounds to reduce as much as possible the blood loss, while I stitched the wounds one by one.
I believe some people talked at that moment, but I would be hard press to remember anything being said apart from lord Anglachelm saying that he 'will make it to the healer'.
Yes, sure... If we could stop the bleeding he would. Not however if we were too slow.
Luck looked to have been on our side as, not a moment too soon, we finally were able to stop the bleeding.
We took lord Anglachelm to Lothlorien, to the talan of the healers and he had surgery. He was finally rid of the metal pieces and his wounds had been properly tended to. I am not saying I did a bad work in treating lord Anglachelm but what I did was in emergency, with limited supply, and in places of very doubtful cleanliness. Just enough to guarantee his survival until we reached safety where he could (and has been) properly tended to.
Lord Anglachelm told us what the healers told him after the surgery. Well, it was as I expected, really. He seemed distraught by the idea of not being able to ride before a week and seemed to consider himself a prisoner in Caras Galadhon.
Well, if a jail it is, then it is a safe and temporary one. Just until he gets stronger and physically well enough to ride and leave the safety of the city.
The healer also never said lord Anglachelm had to stay in bed or in the talan of the healer for the whole time. If he feels strong enough, I think there will be no one to stop him from getting out of the talan for a little while.
I will not tell him that right now however as I suspect lord Anglachelm would leave immediately without resting a bit before. Maybe tomorrow. Or the day after, depending of his reactions to being stuck resting in that talan. The longer he is resting, the sooner he will be able to do as we wish, whether he wishes to go back to Imladris or to help in defending Lothlorien and Mirkwood.
Telpenaro got us a real fest, also.
Lord Anglachelm seems determined to warn Lothlorien about the threat against the woods and to help here as much as possible. Well, I think that to warn them is enough. First of all, the golden wood is well defended, and second, I doubt lord Anglachelm will be strong enough to fight anytime soon.
But that of course, is only my opinion, and with the lords of our House, my opinion on such matters tend to be largely ignored and proven wrong by their own stubbornness or, as some others would call it, recklessness.
And somehow I just know he will be reckless here if the need arises.
