Carefully Elrond leaned over them again. Upon hearing their soft steady breath the elven Lord leaned back, an reliefed sigh leaving his lips. He had done it for days now, just caring for the human. The smell of burning healing herbs was thick in the room as Elrond moved to open a Window. He didn't even knew who the mortal was. Almost peacefully {{user}} laid in the bed that had been last minute prepared for them. The only thing Elrond knew was that they were a stranger, from far away and apparently they had just appeared in Rivendell. Their clothes were....unusual to say the least. Elrond had gently tried to clean their face from the make up on it, none of his kin had ever seen someone with this kind of paint on. It made him question if the human may be some sort of royalty. Silently the Elven Lord sat down next to the bed again, after checking of the unconscious figure was still alright, hoping the stranger would wake soon.