[ Aragorn cries out sharply at the bright-blossoming pain, spots of red appearing in front of his eyes. Blood seeps even further through the cloth. But he was used to worse pain, worse bloodloss, and he blames this man not. There is poison in this man poison that he needs athelas to draw out of him, and Aragorn can only try to hold him down.
He raises his voice. ]
Heed my words, Errol! There is naught here but us. Calm yourself.
[ It is a healer's instinct, a healer's trick, but Aragorn starts to sing, trying to draw Errol's attention away from what he sees to Aragorn's own voice, quiet in song. He sings of the song that this man never fails to remind him of. ]
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows, The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes. 'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight? Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?'
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He raises his voice. ]
Heed my words, Errol! There is naught here but us. Calm yourself.
[ It is a healer's instinct, a healer's trick, but Aragorn starts to sing, trying to draw Errol's attention away from what he sees to Aragorn's own voice, quiet in song. He sings of the song that this man never fails to remind him of. ]
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows,
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.
'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?'