[ Thranduil is called to the infirmary only when the patients are too wild and distressed to remain quiet, largely leaving the entire ward to Galadriel's care. There is one incident where he stalks into the huge hall all the way to the far end, notified of the hollering disturbance ten minutes beforehand in the bailey, and opens the door of a private cubicle without prelude or invite; the screams within are silenced within seconds of his admittance and anyone else that enters will see him standing next to the bedside of the wounded soldier with a hand drifting from a sweaty forehead.
There is no great enchanted river here, but he spells him asleep with a touch as easily as any Woodelf has learned to do to outsiders on marchwarden duty. A soft mallet straight to the senses because Mirkwood doesn't fuck around, yo. Effective and not unkind, but it isn't a pretty song by far. ]
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There is no great enchanted river here, but he spells him asleep with a touch as easily as any Woodelf has learned to do to outsiders on marchwarden duty.
A soft mallet straight to the senses because Mirkwood doesn't fuck around, yo.Effective and not unkind, but it isn't a pretty song by far. ]