All Sindarin is in Italics
Two
The healers had treated her burns, but the girl's features were still difficult to decipher through the scars and her hair refused to grow back. Since he had witnessed her descent, Legolas was the one left to watch over the Star-girl. After much deep thought, Legolas came to the conclusion that she could have been beautiful if it weren't for the scars and marks.
It had been three months since she'd come down from the sky and she still hadn't shown any signs of waking. On many occasions, he had almost given her up for dead, but every time he touched her, he could feel her heart pulsing and her lungs inflating and deflating slightly. Though, he was begining to wonder if she would ever wake up, since the healers had been unable to.
Legolas got up from his comfortable position on the floor and strode over to the girl's bed. He looked over her face as he had many times over. An ugly red mark trailed from one corner of her mouth up to her earlobe. He traced it with his index finger, listening to her steady heart beat.
The corner of her mouth twitched and Legolas drew his hand back sharply. Her eyes blinked open for a second before she screwed them shut again. Then they slowly opened again. The girl looked around the room, squinting as if the morning light coming through the window was too bright for her eyes.
Then her luminous white eyes locked onto Legolas and grew wide. She yelped and scrambled away from him, curling into a tight ball, her star never leaving him.
"Do not fear me, little one. I shall not harm you." he said gently, reaching out a hand. She flinched away from it like a frightened animal. He withdrew his hand and crouched beside the bed. "Who are you?"
She shook her head wildly and hugged herself tighter.
"I will not harm you. What is your name?"
She shifted. "I-I don't understand." she said the words so softly they were almost inaudible.
Good thing I can speak the Common Tongue, he thought.
"Do not fear me. I shall not harm you." he repeated, "What is your name?"
She swallowed. "I-I don't know." These words were a little louder, but her voice was raw, as if her throat had been burned as well.
"Where did you come from."
She stayed silent. When it became evident she would not answer, Legolas nodded and stood. He crossed the room to the doorway, the girl's eyes never leaving him, never growing smaller. He leaned out and called for someone to summon King Thranduil.
"Please." she said when he had returned to his spot on the other side of the bed. "Don't hurt me."
"You will not be harmed, little one. Trust us."
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