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Aragorn calls for Athelas"When the black breath blows and death's shadow grows and all lights pass, come athelas! come athelas! ...Life to the dying, In the king's hand lying!" Aragorn cast the leaves into the bowls of steaming water that were brought to him, and at once all hearts were lightened. For the fragrance that came to each was like a memory of dewy mornings of unshadowed sun in some land of which the fair world in Spring is itself a fleeting memory. (Thus spake Ioreth, wise-woman of Gondor: "The hands of the king are the hands of a healer, and so shall the rightful king be known." |
