Syah's Tears

Author's Note: I am sooooo sorry for not updating sooner. I have been very sick. I haven't gone through and check this chapter for grammer because my sinus infection is killing my head. But I wanted to get another chapter up so I hope you enjoy it! And I want to send out a special thanks to StarSplash for continuing to review me!!!!!!!!
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It was the first time she saw Boromir truly smile, and laugh. Her heart warmed at the sight of him with Merry and Pippin. Currently, she was sitting on a rock next to a standing Legolas. She had eaten little, but enough to get her by. They were halfway to Lothlorien and so far it was nothing Syah couldn’t handle. Having grown up in the forest, for the most part, and climbing mountains on a repeated basis, with her survival camp, she was far beyond prepared for the journey.

All the untouched land amazed her. It made her laugh to realize that she was now breathing clean air. The cleanest she had ever breathed. As she watched Boromir and the hobbits, she took the time to reflect on the passing days. In the month she had gotten to know them in Rivendell, and now on the beginning of their journey, Syah had begun to let them in to her heart.

Boromir, whose eyes so closely mirrored her own, was the easiest for her to read. Many burdens had been put upon him as a warrior and a first born. He had spoken to her of it at times and she knew it was his father who put those burdens on him. Though, Boromir had seen things she had not. Heard things she had not. He even spoke of his brother, Faramir, to her. Syah could feel his sorrow and regret as he spoke. He partially blamed himself for his brothers position. But Boromir was strong and loyal and would fight with all he had inside. He did what he said he would do. At this Syah felt jealous. How could he live with all of the loss and hardship and still...share who he was? Bare his soul to those who counted?

Aragorn, the reluctant king- so Legolas had told her, was easy for her to read as well. She understood his reason for fearing his bloodline. She was beginning to wonder what was in hers. And it was fear he felt. Fear that he was just as his predecessor was. That he had the weakness in him. He did not. She felt it somehow. Felt the strength and will power that was inside of his veins. He would not fail as man, a husband, a father. A king. No, he was too strong for that failing. And he would learn this someday.

Gimli. What could she say about that dwarf? He was stubborn and obstinate. But he was also kind and had a sense of humor that often made her laugh until her sides hurt. He had a great amount of pride, though she couldn’t yet tell if this was good or bad. There was no way to perfectly describe him. He was just...Gimli.

The hobbits amazed her with their strength and ways. They were underestimated, and she knew that that would help them through this journey. Though she hadn’t quite picked up the knack of speaking Westron, as Gandalf said it was called, she found she could understand them just the same. Merry and Pippin were constantly telling her about the Shire and their escapades. She delighted in hearing their tales. They would be a handful, those two. Sam was quiet but he had a strength she couldn’t quite grasp. She couldn’t explain it. He would be Frodo’s saving grace and she didn’t know how she knew it but he would be. She picked this all up when her and Sam talked about gardening. She wished he was her gardener, she smiled. Frodo was...he carried the heaviest burden around his neck. She felt the weight of it on him. He often walked beside her for some reason, as if she helped with that burden. But he had strength as well, and she hoped that it would stay with him. As long as Sam was with him she knew it would. But she feared for him inside. Something inside of him would never be the same. She knew how he felt.

Gandalf was a mentor of sorts. He understood her way with the forest and trees more than she did. He had lived long and seen things beyond her imagination. He smiled and answered all of the questions that had her curious and intrigued. She knew that he knew something about her that she did not. But he would not answer that question. He said there was someone else that could answer it better. He did ask her questions about her family though, in Entish so that not all could understand them. She was grateful for his presence.

Then there was Legolas. He was...breaking her walls. She did not doubt her love for him. She was very in love with this elf. And she knew he was in love with her. But it ran deeper than that. There was something inside of them that knew each other. Something deep and hidden. He was dangerously close to her soul and it was frightening her. But how...

Her thoughts were interrupted by Legolas yelling at her to take cover. He grabbed her and threw her into the brush, pressing her against him. She looked up and saw birds. They were not giving out very nice vibes. When they were gone, Legolas let her stand.

“What were those?” she asked as they all out of hiding.

“Spies of Saruman,” Gandalf said. “He has many.”

Syah just nodded in understanding. “What do we do now?”

Maybe she shouldn’t have asked, at least that was her thought days after the question left her lips.They were now walking on snow and were hiking up a mountain.

“What were you thinking about before?”

Legolas’ voice caught her off guard. “Oh. Just all of you.”

He smiled. “Mostly about me, right?”

Syah laughed. “You are full of yourself Prince Legolas. Maybe I should walk back with Boromir.”

“And I would not mind!” Boromir called to her.

Syah smiled back at him. But her smile faded when Frodo fell backwards and into Aragorn. He was alright but he was missing something...

“Boromir, give the ring back to Frodo.”

The air grew tense and uneasy. Syah felt Legolas take her arm gently.

“I care not,” she heard Boromir say. “I care not.”

As they began to walk again, Syah felt Boromir’s guilt at what had just occurred. He was confused and fighting himself. The Ring was beginning to affect him. His feelings were so strong that Syah walked back to him.

“I hope you still don’t mind my company,” she smiled.

He looked at her eyes for a moment. When he realized that she was there to comfort him he smiled back. “No, I do not. Though I imagine the elf does.”

Syah gave him a dirty look and she heard the familiar sound of Legolas’ chuckle. “You two think that’s funny do you?”

She bent down and grabbed a handful of snow, putting it down Boromir’s cloak. “Aye, woman!”

She got more snow and threw it at the back of Legolas’ head. “Hiril nin!”

Everyone except Boromir and Legolas was laughing. Gandalf said, “Do not tempt her more, my friends. We will get no where if you do!”

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The snow was blowing so hard that Syah had to hold on to Boromir’s cloak for support. She had never walked in snow this bad before. She did not like the feeling she was getting up here either. They were not safe!

Legolas swept by her, walking on the snow. He was listening for something. “There’s a foul voice in the air!”

“It’s Saruman!” Gandalf said.

Words were exchange by Gandalf and before she knew what was happening snow was burying then all. She couldn’t breathe! Her arm was caught on something! She felt someone grab her then suddenly she could breath again.

“Meleth nin, are you alright?”

The concern etching the Prince’s face nearly put her to tears. She touched her hand to his cheek. “I am fine, Legolas. Thank you.”

Something passed along his face. It was quick but she did see something. Like...hope. “Legolas...”

“The Ring bearer shall decide!”

She heard Gandalf say. It was shortly followed by Frodo’s voice. “We will go through the mines!”

She felt something sweep through Gandalf then. Something like fear. What was in those mines? What would make Gandalf feel this way? It was an unsettling feeling, to say the least.

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A feeling of dread struck her again as they began to walk through the doors of Moria. She felt like she couldn’t breathe again. She couldn’t really hear what Gimli was saying. She stopped walking when she realized that she was walking on bones, and bodies. She backed into Aragorn in shock.

“This isn’t a mine,” Boromir said. “It’s a tomb.”

She heard his words but was frozen until she heard Frodo cry out. She ran out the door. “Frodo!”

Gandalf grabbed her by the hood of her cloak. What the hell was that thing?! A giant octopus! She struggled to get loose of Gandalf but he wouldn’t let her go. She kept screaming Frodo’s name. His fear was running through her. She needed to get to him.

“Everyone into the Mines!” She heard someone scream and she felt Gandalf pull her back inside. She finally was able to run when the monster outside collapsed the entrance. They couldn’t get out.

Light suddenly appeared from Gandalf, and she looked to see if everyone was okay. Frodo was suddenly beside her, in front of her actually. He calmed his breathing when her hand touched his small shoulder.

“We have no choice but to face the endless dark of Moria...”

Great, Syah thought. Just great.
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Meleth nin- my love (sindarin)
Hiril nin- my lady