“Yes, and they make their mouths all stiff. Like this.” Bergil pulled his eyebrows together and made his mouth a straight line, the way he’d noticed that the soldiers who wanted to go back to the walls even though they were bleeding made their faces when they talked to the Healers. It had never fooled Mardil, of course, although sometimes the herbmaster pretended that it did.

Another strong image I like very much. And I'm looking forward to further scenes of Bergil with Sam and Frodo. (But the "mother hen" part of me wants to tuck the lad in the next bed available. He must be terribly tired! ).