For Forodwaith, who over on the HASA forum requested Arwen drabbles, even better if focusing on something other than Aragorn...
"Glorfindel was sighted bringing them from the Ford; one they bear as though lifeless-" Elrond looks at once from the breathless Elf to his daughter; she nods and is gone.
Opening and closing the herbary's many drawers with deft speed, Arwen lists methodically:
Willowbark, for fever; nettle, for bleeding; athelas, for-
Do not name it. She straightens up. All is ready.
Hinges creak: she looks round, then down.
"From the Ford?" The normally cheerful voice quavers. "Is-is it Frodo?..."
She drops to one knee beside him, takes the small cold hands in hers.
"Have courage, Bilbo. Here there is healing."