Vinyelondë

The problem with associating with elves on a regular basis, Eirallyn reflected as she arranged for Yaisaelwen's care with the Celondim stable master, was that no matter how cleanly one was, there were always times when one felt grungy and grubby around them. For instance the stable master, despite his profession, looked to her eyes to be cleaner and more put together than she herself did at the moment, despite regular baths in some damned cold streams and even a hot tub in an inn or two between here and Imladris.

The healers of Rivendell were especially skillful. Wanderers to the Valley found their stock of knowledge indispensable, and Parnard was no exception. Spurge was very good at making the swelling in his ankle subside, and as far as the injury from the bear-trap went, the good result was permanent, although the plant’s sap did not agree with him, making him hiccup, and induced a distressing feeling in the pit of his stomach.