A Hobbit in Need of Assistance
Something significant must have happened for Tearose Underhill to venture back to Moria. Moria had almost bested her once.
Yet once again, Tearose found herself at the mercy of the creatures in Moria, for she had fallen and lay motionless on the dank cavern floor just outside the Dolven-view.
This time Tearose knew that she had broken something. The pain was unbearable – she fainted, and felt no more for several hours, until some dwarven miners found her.
“What is a hobbit doing lying in the middle of our mines, pray tell?” One of the dwarves asked his companions. They all shook their heads and stared at Tearose. “We must carry her to the Dolven-view and get her medicine, lads. She looks to be in bad shape, poor little thing.” Said the first dwarf, who by now appeared to be the leader of the gang of miners.
So they carried Tearose ever so gently and slowly up the Doven-view, and there she was tended by the healer, who had much skill with fixing broken bones. He sighed when he looked at Tearose. And his face was grave as he spoke, “This little one is very seriously hurt. I’m not so sure I can get her back quite right without a miracle. She has broken too many bones: her left arm, her right ankle, her left collarbone, and she has some nasty bruises on her back, but I don’t think her back is broken, thank goodness!”
And so it was that Tearose Underhill spent nearly a full month recovering in Moria, before Elrond of Rivendell deamed her strong enough to be moved, and arranged for her to be brought to the Last Homely House. The Elves of Rivendell had a special love for hobbits, and they knew of Tearose’s brave deeds.
Tearose had the best of care. Yet, even the Elves could only do so much to help her heal. Physically, Tearose eventually got better. But she was distant and far too quiet, and often just sad. And the Elves were concerned.
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