[Dictated]

[lightbranded]

 [Ever since his return to Paradisa, Will had been kept too busy to think much about the odd feeling of weakness he had sometimes.  And if he had noticed that he often felt tired when alone, he easily attributed it to the stress f being brought back to this place.

But it had been over a month now, and he could not ignore this any longer.  Hesitantly, he opens his journal and begins to dictate into it.]

I think that something is not quite right with me.  Is there a doctor I could speak to?

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[radiantwingedone]

... Can possibly help.

[lightbranded]

[He recognized that voice.]

Duke, isn't it? Are you well now?

[radiantwingedone]

... Correct. [ He should know this one - ]

... I recall you have a time spell, but ... not your name. And.. well enough. [ He's shaken by the nightmares, and sore, but more or less okay. ]

[lightbranded]

Ah, I must have failed to introduce myself before. My name is Will Stanton.

That is good news.

[radiantwingedone]

Situation was likely reason.

And.. work in the clinic, if wish for aid. [ He's also currently lurking in it, but that's not the point. ]

[lightbranded]

There is something yes. If you don't mind I could come to the clinic now.

[radiantwingedone]

Will be there.

[lightbranded]

[Several minutes later Will will walk through the door of the clinic.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke's been listening for people coming in. He's probably not going to be much help but he might as well try. ]

... Although not too certain on how much help can be. [ What he's vaguely referencing is the fact he's not-quite looking at Will as he walks in. ]

[samson]

There's usually someone in the clinic.

[A... pause.....] Uh, unless you mean mentally?

[lightbranded]

No, it is something else.

[samson]

Oh. [something that isn't physical and not mental? uhhh]

So... what, you need like a magic doctor, or ...

[lightbranded]

Someone who knows something of how these losses work, I think.

[samson]

Oh. Well, that's not really doctor business. You pretty much just learn as you go along.

I've been here for a couple years, though; maybe I can help you out. What's the problem?

[lightbranded]

I wondered if this was a loss, because it feels very like something that happened when I was very ill a few years ago. How can one tell the difference between the loss and the return of an illness?

[samson]

Uhhhh, well, I think pretty much people don't get sick here. Or I never heard of anybody getting sick.

[lightbranded]

Even sicknesses from before we arrived here?

[Dictated]

[silvertree]

[ The nature of this request sparks the Elvenlord's interest, even if he isn't a healer. ]

While I confess to not possessing many skills within the healing arts, I certainly know of another who could possibly assist you.

[ He pauses briefly. ]

I speak of Lord Elrond of Rivendell.

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[lightbranded]

Lord Elrond? [Will smiles in recognition of the name.] We have met before. But I did not know he had such skills.

[silvertree]

In all due truth, Elrond also hadn't learned of his true skills until very recently.

[lightbranded]

How marvelous for him! I do not have any such knowledge myself.

[silvertree]

Nor do I, young one. Hence why Elrond's laden talents are quite respected in our realm.

[lightbranded]

You are from Middle-Earth as well?

[silvertree]

Indeed, I do.

[ He almost feels the need to state more, but Celeborn wishes not to bore the youth with needless tales. ]

[lightbranded]

Lady Galadriel has told me something of your world.