Allen still had no time to make arrangements for the men who had fallen on the battlefield.
There were still many who needed his care. The Durin Dwarves, Dúnedain, and Woodland Elves had all suffered injuries in their battle against the wargs.
They still needed Allen's help, though his healing power was soon exhausted and needed time to recover.
But Allen had received systematic training from a physician in treating and bandaging wounds.
Before long, however, Allen was relieved of that work.
A large number of Galadhrim came drifting downstream in boats from Lothlórien.
As soon as they landed on the riverbank, they relieved Allen of his seemingly endless medical duties.
This gave him a chance to quietly recover his strength nearby.
Few elven women took to the battlefield, but most knew something of medicine.
The aid from Lothlórien neatly made up for Allen's lack of physicians.
It was not that Allen had been unwilling to bring them. Most of those physicians were ordinary people who could barely lift a weapon; from childhood, their education had focused solely on medical care.
Under normal circumstances, with a baggage train and infantry, they could march with the main force under its protection.
But this force consisted entirely of cavalry. Making them travel all that way south would have been an ordeal in itself.
Before they ever got the chance to treat anyone else, they might have had to visit Mandos themselves, then head off somewhere else to have their fun.
Of course, Allen did not immediately settle down to rest. Once he had recovered a little strength, he unhesitatingly drained every last trace of power from his body again.
He used it to treat the wounded who were on the verge of death.
Repeatedly wringing out his energy over such a long