Syah's Tears

Author's Note- Sorry it took so long to update this story!!! This chapter is going to kind of move fast and it's not the best chapter. But I needed it so that the rest of upcoming chapters read and move smoothly. And the chapters will get longer after this one also. And, I couldn't find all the Sindarin words I needed so when there's an * present, it just means I couldn't find the words in Elvish so I had to write it in English. Now, on with the STORY!!!
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Syah opened her eyes to find herself staring at a rather beautiful ceiling. It’s design was like nothing she had ever seen before. She would have gazed more upon it but memories of a giant spider came flooding back. She shuddered from the memory. Normally, a spider didn’t frighten her, but this one was the size of a house!

*Are you well?*

The gentle voice startled Syah. However, and fortunately, she did not jump off the bed. She turned her head to see Legolas by her bedside. His expression was one of concern. When Syah looked into his eyes, though, she knew what he had asked. “I’m okay.”

He nodded in understanding and moved his chair a little bit closer. When he did Syah noticed another look sweep over his face. Confusion. It dawned on her why he may have flashed her that look. The tree. The tree had scooped her up to protect her. What must he think of her?

“Ma merilyë yulma néno?”

What did he asked? She shook her head, telling him she didn’t understand what he was saying.

Legolas stood from his chair and walked to a table that was at the foot of the bed. He picked a bowl up just enough so that she could see what was inside of it. “Ma merilyë yulma néno?”

Oh, she smiled. “Yes.”

He smiled back and gave her a cup of water when she sat up against the headboard. It sure was bothersome not to be able to speak to him normally. It would make things easier for her, and himself no doubt. How would she ever learn of where she was and how she was to get home?

*Do you need anything else?*

She didn’t have time to try and understand him because someone walked through the door. A beautiful woman walked towards her, no doubt an elf. She looked at Syah and gave a gentle smile, then she gave Legolas a stern look and said something to him. Legolas stood, again, and smiled down at Syah.

*I will see you soon, Syah.*

Syah knew what that meant without having to ask. She gave him a small smile and nodded at him once. “Goodbye.”

When he was gone, Syah turned her attention to the other elf in the room. She tilted her head to side as she noticed that she was holding her clothes. Syah looked down at herself and found that she was in a nightgown. Legolas saw her in a nightgown? How embarrassing!

“i eneth nín, Marien.”

“Syah.”

“Syah,” the elf repeated. *A beautiful name.*

She watched Marien move around the room to a bathtub that she had not noticed before. Marien gestured a hand to it. *Would you like to bathe?*

Syah nodded and gave Marien a grateful glance. “Yes, I would.”

Marien just smiled at her and began to prepare Syah’s bath. To this, Syah did not know what to say or to convey. She had always done things on her own, without the aid of others. But this was a strange place. What was she to do? When Marien came beside her to help her up, Syah realized why she was being treated as if she was sick. Her left side was sore and aching.

It must have happened when the tree grabbed her, she thought. She tried to get Marien to let her bathe on her own but the elf wouldn’t hear of it. It was uncomfortable but Syah managed to relax enough to let the elf wash her hair. Marien finally turned and walked to make the bed so Syah could dress in her now clean clothes. It was a comfort to have them on again. She swept her hair into a loose bun, after combing it. The Marien gave her her hiking boots so she could put them on too.

*Are you hungry?* Marien said as she touched her stomach so that Syah would understand her.

Syah nodded. “A little.”

“Aphado nin.”

Legolas had said that to her once. She finally understood that it meant ‘follow me’ when Marien offered her hand to her and they started walking out the door. All it took was one look at the hallway and Syah was in awe. And she was in awe the entire was to the kitchen.

*We will eat here. Legolas is with his father.*

She wasn’t sure what Marien had said but she sat down in the chair that she was offered. She did not show the worry she felt when it hit her that she had no idea what elves ate. But Marien smiled when she set a plate in front of her on the small table. To say the least, Syah was pleasantly surprised...

-Throne Room-

“You need to take her to Rivendell with you.”

Legolas looked at his father with confusion. “But, father, she is a stranger to this world. You saw her, she is not from here.”

King Thranduil shook his head at his son. He had seen the young woman. In his many years of life he learned to spot a tired soul when he saw one. And Syah had a tired soul. He was sure that when he looked into her eyes he would see the pain that life had thrown at her. But this made no difference to the King of Mirkwood. It made no difference because he felt something sweep through him at the sight of the girl named Syah. He had not felt it in ages, and no doubt Lord Elrond would feel it too. That feeling had gotten stronger when Legolas had related the incidents with the trees in the forest. No, as much as the young one would be shocked and awed, she had to leave Mirkwood with his son.

“Father?” Legolas finally spoke.

“She is to go with you to Lord Elrond, son. She is...let nothing happen to her. If she is who I think she is, well...just get her to Lord Elrond safely.”

Though he did not know what his father was talking about, Legolas decided not to argue with him. Once his father’s mind was made up, the decision was set in stone. “We will leave in the morning, as planned. Hathol and Aras will journey with us.”

“So be it,” the King said. “So be it.”