It was now early morning the next day, and the camp was beginning to waken. Astaras was the current warden on watch. The elf could not help but sigh in amused resignation when he heard a shout from the Silver Noldo's bedroll.
"They are just bruised! It will heal quickly I'm sure!" Lamaenon exclaimed as he wormed his way from the healer elfs hold. The Galadhel's hand grabbed for his blanket to wrap in.
Astaras had to chuckle at Angnil's perseverance. "Good morning Lamaenon, good morning Angnil."
"Please! Leave my side be it's fine! It is fine." The dark black and purple bruising beneath his tunic said it was possible it may have been otherwise. Lamaenon had pulled the blankets up around his shoulders as Angnil lingered nearby. His silver hair was slightly askew from sleep.
"Stop being difficult and just let me tend it." Angnil's stern brows were furrowed and his arms crossed. He had what the garrison had affectionately dubbed "The Healer's Glare" set on the young courier. " I could have been finished tending it thrice over. Blanket down, let me see your ribs or I'm drugging your rations and doing the check up in your sleep."
Lamaenon looked mildly horrified at Angnil. "You would not!!"
"He will!" chimed in at least two other elves. Both of them were chuckling around a bite of ration bread that made up breakfast. Lamaenon finally caved after ten minutes of fending off the healer. He let the elf see to his side, salve it to speed the healing, and wrap the injury. Astaras took a deep breath of morning air and smiled. Never a dull day in Eregion.
Lamaenon on the other hand looked like a kicked puppy, wrapped in a blanket and ducking his head out of sight to mope. Too many memories attached to healing. Angnil caught onto the look and looked in askance to the elf. "Try not to worry so much and rest. The restless feeling will fade."
Once more the Galadhel nodded his thanks and tried to settle on the bedroll. Angnil had his fair share of skittish patients, this elf was no different.
