Syah's Tears

When Syah woke again it was to the faces of Legolas and Aragorn. She smiled weakly at them, still feeling some of the drain. She had to tell them how she felt, they deserved to here it from her lips. She would not make the same mistake she did with Boromir.

“How do you feel?” Aragorn asked.

“I am...well. Tired and drained from all of the emotion, but I am well,” she answered. “How are the hobbits?”

“They are well. They are awake and healed,” the King said. “You saved a lot of lives, Syah.”

She shook her head but he stopped her words. “You did. You did.”

Syah chose then to tell them of her encounter with her great-grandmother. Of what she was, who she was. They were shocked to say the least, but they readily excepted it. It made sense to them because of their conversation with Galadriel. She felt nothing but their love and support.

They helped her sit up and she took both of their hands. “You are my family. You and the hobbits, Eowyn and Eomer. But you helped me heal a wound that went very deep. I love you both beyond words and if it is all right with you I would like to stay in this time. With all of you. Where I belong.”

Tears formed in the King’s eyes. “You will always have a home in Minis Tirith. You are a part of me, like a sister but more than that. I could not imagine never feeling your presence again.”

He kissed her on the forehead and left her alone with the elf. “Legolas...I need you to know something.”

“You do not have to say it,” he said, though he was aching to hear them.

“Yes,” she said, beginning to cry. “You mean more to me than breathing. Since the day we met something inside of me stirred. It burns inside to be away from you and I do not wish to be. You are my other half, my mate. I...should have told you I was in love with you when we were in Rivendell but I was not ready to let you in. I cannot stand to be without your touch, Legolas. You are my home.”

Legolas let the tears flow from his eyes as he held her to him, careful not to crush her with his strength. “I love you, meleth nin. You are also my home and I do not wish to be from your presence ever again. Not as long as I draw breath.”

She grinned up at him then. “Not to worry, hir nin. I have learned that my blood will allow me to live as long as you do.”

Legolas smiled wide. “Good. Then I have ages to teach you about being my wife!”

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The coronation was beautiful but also full of sorrow. Syah was overjoyed for Arwen and Aragorn. She would miss the hobbits, but promised them that if they needed her she would be there in a heartbeat. She had told Eowyn and Eomer of who she was, and though they found it difficult to understand they accepted her promptly as their family. At this, Syah was speechless. She had learned also that Eowyn was her aunt and that it was Eomer that was her great-father. They all found that somewhat odd, but it was no matter. Blood was blood. Family was family. And they would hold on to each other no matter where they went.

Faramir hand thanked her for letting Boromir into her heart, as few had ever done and he thanked her for loving him and giving him what no other could besides Faramir himself...unconditional love and support. He made her cry when he informed her that he would be proud to call her sister.

Legolas soon took her back to Lothlorien, with Gimli in tow, and she reunited with her great-grandfather and great-uncles.

“So,” she said as she smiled up at Rumil. Orophin and Haldir standing to the side of them. “Do I call you grandfather, or great-father?”

He laughed and said, “Oh, hiril nin! Call me what you wish, for I am too overjoyed at this news to care!”

Haldir and Orophin had taken quite a liking to her over the month they were in Lothlorien. They were pained to see her go. She promised to visit often until it was time for them to go to Valinor. She would miss them much when they were gone to the sea.

Syah, Legolas and Gimli traveled to many places. It gave Syah a chance to see all the places she kept getting flashes of in her mind. But in the end, Legolas took her back to Mirkwood. There, they were married and Legolas promised that they would stay there until she felt it was time to leave. One night, as she wrote in her journal that Lord Elrond had made for her, she looked back on the events that brought her to this time over two years ago.

Her emotions were full, she felt happiness and joy, but she still felt the loss of those who died. The loss of so much forest and trees. But she was whole again. She felt complete and her soul was strong.

“What are you thinking of, meleth nin?”

Syah turned her head from her journal, looking at her husband. She was sitting at the table in their room, but she stood to walk over to him where he sat on the edge of the bed. “I am thinking of everything.”

He smiled as he hugged her to him, kissing her now growing belly. “That is too much to think on,” he stated. “You should think of nothing but you and our growing babe.”

Syah laughed softly as she stroked his hair. She took his head in her hands and kissed him passionately. “I think there is someone you left out...”

“Aye,” he grinned. “But you always think of me!”

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Syah listened to her husband’s breathing as he slept. It was like a lullaby to her and she knew she would soon join him in sleep. She closed her eyes and felt the world around her rebuilding itself. She felt happiness in her friends and family. She heard the forest singing to her, a familiar comfort to her ears. She felt the touch of her baby in her mind. She smiled to herself then, knowing she was in the right place, the right time.

She was home.