Syah's Tears

Author's Note: I know this is moving kind of fast, I am not the greatest at writing action scenes that have been so well done by Tolkien and Jackson. But I hope you are still enjoying the story! Review and let me know!!!!
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To say that the men before her were in shock was an understatement. Lady Galadriel had told them of what had occurred between her and Syah Beltain. Everything. She felt it important that they know, not for their sakes but for Syah’s sake. The men needed to understand what she was going through and why she refused to let them into her soul. They also needed to know what Syah was made of, what was in her blood, her soul.

“Well,” Boromir said. “This explains much, to say the least.”

Aragorn agreed. “No wonder she did not want to be here. Who would want to relive that pain not once but twice in one day?”

“That is why it is so hard for her to let us in,” Legolas said softly. “That is why she is so afraid of us. That sorrow would have made an elf fade!”

Galadriel nodded. “So you see, brave ones. She was sent here to aide you in this quest. She is already helping Frodo with the burden of the Ring. But I feel she is also here to heal herself. Whoever sent her to us, sent her here to heal. She is much stronger than she knows and it will take time for her to see this, but she has a large roll to play against the Dark Lord. A much bigger role.”

“Thank you for telling us, my lady,” Aragorn said. “It is now clear why she is the way she is with us. And it is clear what we must do.”

Galadriel smiled at this. “And I am certain you will, Ranger.”

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On the way back to their camp, the three talked about what they had just learned.

“This explains so much about her,” Boromir said. “That is why her soul is so deeply hidden.”

“Gandalf’s death must be killing a part of her,” Legolas said.

“We should not force her to speak to us on it,” Aragorn warned. “Let her come to us.”

“We agree,” the two said in unison.

“We must take this slow, we must not push her in any way,” Aragorn continued. “We leave here in two days.”

“That is a smart way of handling this,” Boromir said. “A smart way indeed.”

When Legolas was alone he thought back on Syah. No wonder she had looked so tired. His father had said that she was a tired soul, and it was true. But he had kissed her. He hoped to Eru that he had not panicked her in any way. He would take Aragorn’s advice, he would allow her to come to him when she felt it was right. He felt if he lost her that it would kill him. That he would fade from the pain. But she was human, right? Who really knew the truth of that. She was so many things, mayhap she was not truly human. Only time would tell. And he would help her discover who she was, and how strong she was. He would help her because he was beyond in love with her. She was his. His. Something in him knew her as his and wanted to claim her as his. It was a mystery they would solve together...

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Syah lay on her bed and thought of Legolas. Something inside of her knew she was his, that they belonged together. But she didn’t know why, or how that was possible. Galadriel said that she would discover these reasons on their quest against the Dark Lord, that all of her questions would be answered. She was so many things, so many, many things. How could she work through it all? And now they knew. They all knew what had happened with Galadriel. Would that change how they were to her? Would that change how they felt?

And what of Legolas’ kiss? So soft, so gentle. But it had frightened her. He was getting to close, too soon. She didn’t know how she would handle this.

Go to sleep, Syah Beltain. Rest for your quest.

The Lady’s voice in her head somehow soothed her. She took the advice, however, and willed herself to fall asleep. Maybe the morning would be easier on her mind.

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-Two Days Later-

As Syah washed and dress, in pants of course, she thought of what lay ahead. The unknown. Aragorn, Boromir and Legolas did not act differently towards her after they found out about her past. They did seem more understanding and they gave her a little more room to breathe. Aragorn stated that the would not push her, nor pressure her to let them in. They would wait for her to come to them. She was very grateful. Even Legolas, who had kissed her, told her that he would let her kiss him next time. At this she laughed greatly.

But something did not feel right. She felt like she was losing something. But what could that be? She packed her things and Corah led her to the river. Rumil and Haldir met her on the way.

“I wish I could explain who you remind me so much of,” Rumil said.

“You do not have to. Maybe, if the Gods allow it, after the quest we can speak of it. Maybe I’ll have more answers.”

Rumil nodded at her. “You are so much like her...”

“Safe journey, Syah,” Haldir smiled. “May Eru keep you safe.”

“Goodbye, Haldir.”

When they were at the river and the Lord and Lady gave them their cloaks, Galadriel stood in front of her. She handed her a jewel. It was blue, aquamarine, and it was on a silver chain. “This is for protection and a clear mind. May it guide you through your journey.”

“Thank you, Galadriel. You have answered some of my question, at least. Even if they left more questions to be answered.”

The Lady nodded and turned to Aragorn.

In a few minutes they were all in boats. She was with Boromir, Merry and Pippin. Syah felt like she was leaving a home, the kind of home that you went back to visit. It was almost heartbreaking. She kept her eyes on the scenery. Something was so very...off. She tried to shake the feeling but found she could not. She hid it well from the hobbits but she knew Boromir could sense her unease, because he felt it as well.

They were being followed.

That night, at camp, when Boromir stood to leave, Syah felt that feeling of loss come upon her. Like she shouldn’t let him go. “Where are you going?”

“For a walk,” he said, a little startled. “Would you like to join me?”

“Yes. May I?”

“Of course.”

Boromir waited for her to join him. She sounded so afraid of him leaving that it had caught him off guard. What was she so afraid of? Did she think he would leave her? When they were out of hearing shot of the camp, he spoke to her.

“Is there something on your mind?”

“Gandalf.”

Boromir looked at her for a moment as they walked. “You may speak to me of anything.”

Syah felt the loss more now and she leaned against a tree. “I am feeling a sense of loss, but it is not Gandalf’s. I don’t know what is. Something is very off, I have felt since we left Lothlorien. We are being followed.”

“I feel this too,” he turned a concerned gaze to her. “But what of this feeling of loss?”

“I do not know where it is coming from. I just...needed to walk,” she started. “You need not worry about the loss of Gandalf. I...he does not feel dead to me, Boromir.”

“What do you mean?”

“He does not feel dead. Inside of me, somewhere deep, he still feels alive. I can almost feel him breathing. I do not understand this but it is why I do not grieve him. He does not feel dead.”

Boromir nodded. They continued to walk again, though he kept a hand on her back. “Is there something else, Syah? Something else you wish to speak of?”

She nodded. “This is hard for me but I need you to know. You mean a great deal to me, Boromir. Not as a lover would feel but it is more than the love for a brother. Your eyes so match mine...I’m sorry I am having a hard time letting you in. But I do care for you, deeply. And your loss would make me grieve for a long time.”

Boromir took in what she was saying. She was opening up to him. To him.

“You understand me in ways that not even Legolas does. You understand the need for distance. The need to take a step back and take it all in. You have never pushed me or pressured me or tried to lure me into letting you in to my soul. I do want you there. I just...don’t know how to let you in.”

He stopped walking and touch her face. “You will find your way, Syah. You will. And I will be there to help you through it. I know you, I know your needs as I know mine. And we will work through this with you. As I said, you will never be alone again. Even if you lose me in this form.”

Syah let him hold her for a long time. His arms felt safe, felt warm. Oh damn! She could not lose him! She did not want to lose him!

They walked back to the camp and Syah slept next him. She did not want him out of her sight for one moment! The next morning, they were on the river again. And again she was with Boromir. She took a quick glance at Legolas and saw the worry in his eyes. She knew that he could feel her unease and concern for Boromir. That it was unsettling her.

They passed the statues of the kings of old and stopped just before a waterfall. Boromir had gone off for some firewood and Frodo was taking a walk. At the beach, Aragorn asked, “How are you?”

“Something’s off. Something is coming and I feel, no, I sense loss. Boromir’s loss. We are in great danger here.”

They looked at her, worried. They felt the danger but she obviously knew something they did not. That they could lose Boromir.

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Syah was walking with Legolas when the first wave of Uruk Hai attacked. There were so many! “I am going after the hobbits!”

Legolas did not want her too but was powerless to stop it. She was an expert warrior, this he admitted. There was definitely a warrior in that woman.

Syah ran as fast as she could, killing Uruk Hai’s along the way. But nothing would stop her from reaching the hobbits and Boromir. And they were together, she could feel it. She was momentarily knocked backwards but she recovered fast. She caught sight of Boromir and ran to him, helping him fight.

“Stay behind us, hobbits!” she shouted as she fought.

She felt the first arrow enter Boromir as if it had struck her. Then the second, and the third. “Please don’t do this!”

“I will never leave you!”

“Boromir!” she heard Merry and Pippen scream.

It did not take long for her to become overwhelmed with enemies. Her sword was thrown from her hand and she was tossed over a shoulder, as were the two hobbits. “Boromir! Don’t you die on me! You hear me? Don’t you dare die on me!”

That was last thing she that she said before a fist connected with her head. Then all went black.

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After Legolas was done singing and Boromir was gone over the falls, it hit the men what they had lost.

“So it was all in vein,” Gimli said.

“We will not leave Merry, Pippin and Syah to die. Not as long as we draw breath. Now,” he said as he took a few steps up a hill. “Lets hunt some orc!”