We are suitably accommodated in Celondim. Whether our stay will be but a few days, or far longer, is yet to be decided.
My lady wife has seen to all provisions for our party and speaks, with Aearlinn, on our behalf to those who have closest connection with the sailing of the Grey Ships from Mithlond.
Now it falls to me to decide, though I shall take counsel from Gaerion, and from the Lady’s granddaughter.
The choice before me is stark. The Lady Istarnie is sorely injured. She has not regained consciousness for several days, according to Varyamo. Neither did she ever instruct me or others of the House what we should do if such a situation arose. Curumaito, a friend and healer we long know to be most skilled, has said there is a small chance she may return to us. The wounds to her body begin to heal. But there is more to this than the eye tells.
My own thoughts focus with some difficulty. I still question what has actually happened. I question why she was not taken straight to Imladris, it being closer. I have utmost regard for the healers of the House of Vanimar, and of course, Lord Elrond himself. It would have been the wisest course.
Varyamo is his usual un-talkative self. All he will say is that the Lady would be better off in Aman. I believe he is bearing wounds that he tries to hide. Whether this was from the same cause as that which injured Lady Istarnie, I know not. He rests now, but later this day I shall want to speak with him in clear manner.
Oh, I have notions of what may have transpired. What I need is knowledge.
