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Sario turned onto her back after a few minutes, her vision blurry as she gazed upward with bloodshot eyes. Her hands were folded ontop of her chest, breathing returning to normal.
The woman sighed softly, laying there as she let her mind wearily turn over the recent events that had happened to them all. These emotions were tiring, but familiar.
She had not felt so broken since her acceptance back into Emyn Uial.


"Sario?" came Y'veridan's voice as Gandalf stopped his wagon inside the community. Again the elf had to endure confused and surprised stares from everyone until they came to the Elder.
Turning empty eyes to the elf, she did nothing more to show that she acknowledged him. In truth she was fighting not to cry, not to break down in front of the town.
"She is weary," came the wizard's response, lowering the reins to the pony. "Her trip back has not been a pleasant one."
Y'veridan made his way over to her side, placing a hand on own, which had been gripped together tightly in her lap. "Is she alright?"
"She will be, after some rest."
"Sario..."
"Looks like you were right after all," her voice was harsh, bitter as she recoiled from him. She watched as his face softened, though the brown eyes reflected some hurt. They both knew what she spoke of, and possibly even Gandalf.
Talli, her having given up her whole life and home to be with the rogue. He had urged her to not go, and to forget him. She was stubborn, and that would be her downfall.
He sighed, "Sario...Don't be like this."
"Be like what? Everything that you wanted? To be wrong, stupid, and dependent upon this cursed realm?" the young woman stood up, green eyes flashing. Her ranting was cut off when Gandalf put a gnarled hand on her shoulder.
"Calm yourself. Child. Don't cause more pain than what there is," his voice was soothing and immediately her anger was replaced with shame. "Now, go get some rest while I discuss with Y'veridan the matters of your training."
The elder's mouth fell open, staring at her. Sario didn't respond anymore, instead walked off the wagon and left the two men behind. She didn't really care anymore.

Talli set Sario down on the pillows, pulling a blanket up around her form. Brushing back some of her curls, his gloves dried off the tears that stained her cheeks.
"Here..." he bent down to pick up the tray and set it on the stand next to her head. "No sense to wasting the food. Who knows, this might be what you need to get to feeling better."
She just watched him with pale green eyes.
He sighed, picking up a piece of lembas bread, breaking off a small piece and dipping it into one of the bowls of soup. Holding it up to her lips, he waited for her to take it.
She didn't.
"Sar...Don't make me feed you. I know it hurts, but you can't just mope around until Melkor shows up. You need your strength."
She still wouldn't respond. Just laid there, staring at him.
Rolling his eyes, Talli put his other hand underneath her neck and lifted her head up. "You're like a child sometimes, I swear, luv," he grumbled, gently putting the food into her now opened lips.
She swallowed, before letting out a small smile. "And you're still gullible." Sitting up, she reached for the bowl while he regarded her with a look of surprise. Her grin was gone as soon as it came, and the Maia ate in silence.
Then he laughed, shaking his head and grabbing his own share of food. They didn't speak anymore, except at one point Sario stopped to look at him.
"Thank you," came a soft voice and all he did was nod back before they resumed to eating their meal.

When Legede arrived at the Maia's room, he quickly knocked on the door. He did not want to simply burst in, but this was urgent.
This had been the sign he was waiting for.
"Sario!" he called, knocking again.

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"The sign." Legede answered, taking note of Sario's disheveled look and her slightly glassy expression. He said nothing of it however as he continued, "Rana is finished, but she helped Legolas to fall into a deep sleep. As I sat nearby, he started to whisper, "They are coming." and I believe that to be the sign we have waited for." the captain's expression was grim. "Melkor's army is nearing Eden Cuil, Sario. They will attack soon. We must prepare."

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Legede sighed for a moment, "Well... I had thought so as well. I just... It seems I misinterrpreted a few things." he replied. "But we should have at least a few hours to prepare. However, with Legolas out of comission, that leaves myself to gather our forces. Aragorn will need to ready his men as well. I would ask Thranduil to take charge, but he has enough to worry about."

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Legede watched the woman for a moment before nodding and rushing back down the hall.

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Sario returned to her own room, aided by a few servants since she had collapsed in the hallway halfway to her quarters. She kept the daggern hidden tightly in the sleeve of her dress, her other arm around the neck of an elf.
Again they were kind not to question her condition and simply bided by her request to draw a bath for the woman. Set down on the bed, she waited for them to bed ready as the few servants went back and forth with the water.
In no time they were done, and she thanked the men and women as they left the room, alone again. Shuffling to the next chamber, she closed the door and climbed into the bath, not undressing.
Sitting down in the scalding hot water, her skirt bubbled up around her and she pushed it down, hair blowing out with the steam. Settling her head back against the edge, she let herself soak in.
She didn't feel like taking off her clothes, and all she wanted to do was get rid of the feeling of being sick. The warmth settled her stomach, and she poured in some oils, more like mint.
The woman also wanted to wash away how she also felt on the inside. Used. Dirty. Vile.
But nothing worked, all she succeeded in was having her dressed possibly ruined and her skin turned red. Tears fell once more, a headache settling around her temples and eyes.
Dropping the dagger down onto the floor, Sario let herself slide in the tub and her head get covered by the water, becomming totally submerged. Lying on the bottom, she let her eyes gaze up to the surface, her vision blurry. Faintly, she could see the water take on a pink tint, washing away the blood that was on her hands and some on her dress.
There was clicking around her ears, but besides that perfect silence. She didn't sit back up, but continued to hold herself under, some bubbles escaping her nose and mouth now and then.