Lovely young woman, chestnut hair, blue blue eyes, upturned gray collar embroidered with patterns like the veins of leaves. Bent in concern over the shivering body of a small person in green, his eyes wide, gasping for breath.
"He's fading," she says, horrified
Gloved hands turn back a stained tunic, revealing an ugly knife wound, clotted, red blood vessels swelling with poison.
"He's not going to last. We must get him to my father."
Every time I watch this scene I can't help thinking, "Steven Tyler knows how to heal wounded Hobbits?"