A/N Here is the second chapter. I really hadn't hoped to get reviews so soon after publishing the prologue so thank you very much, I am glad my story caught your attention. As usual I do not own anything, Tolkien is the genius I am simply borrowing the characters for a while.

Title: Forgotten Memories: Tears of sorrow

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/ Drama

Chapter I: The silent one

Summary: An elven child is found wounded on the banks of the river Bruinen by Glorfindel who takes her to Rivendell for healing. Nobody knows who she is or where she comes from; a blow she received to the head made her forget her past. As she comes of age she decides to join the most perilous voyage in her life in order to unlock her memories.

Hours later a solemn looking maid exited the child's chambers and went searching for the two elven lords. The young elleth had woken up, but the maid could tell the answers the two were searching for would not be easily found.

"My lord." The elleth bowed her head upon finding the two lords in the study. "The child… she woke up." She glanced sadly at the floor then continued "But she will not speak. I tried to coax her into telling me about her parents at least, but she just gazed at me with the saddest eyes I've ever seen."

Lord Elrond rose from his chair and placed a reassuring hand on the maid's shoulder.

"Have faith, Alassëa. I am sure the events that had befallen her took their toll. She is but a child after all. She will recover." Elrond said calmly.

"I hope so, my lord." Alassëa answered and left the room. Glorfindel rose as well and followed Elrond to the child's room. As soon as they entered the elleth glanced at them in surprise. She hadn't been expecting anyone else to enter her room. Her eyes were forest green and filled with sorrow, though she did not know what brought such sadness upon her soul.

"Suilaid, little one." Elrond said in a gentle voice. "How are you?"

The child shrugged and stared fearfully at the two elves. Alassëa had only asked about her parents and her home, which she remembered nothing about, but had not told her what was to become of her. Would the two lords sent her back in the wild, where they found her?

"You need not be afraid, child." Glorfindel smiled and kneeled by her bed. "What is your name?"

The child paled and cast her eyes down, watching as her feet dangled above the ground. She couldn't remember anything: her name, her home, her parents, everything was a mystery to her.

"Do you not remember?" Lord Elrond asked and gazed at the child in surprise as she shook her head no. "Do you have any memory of your past?" Again the elleth said no and then burst into tears. She promised herself to be strong but she didn't even know who she was. What would happen to her? Where would she go? Glorfindel placed a reassuring hand on the child's shoulder; however what he didn't count on was the young elleth spinning around and latching herself to his shirt sobbing in his chest as if there was no tomorrow.

Lord Elrond watched the whole scene smirking. Here was one of the bravest captains of Middle Earth shocked out of his senses by a hysterical child. Glorfindel's face was priceless as he looked at the little elleth in confusion unsure what to do. Finally he awkwardly threw his hands around the child and drew her into a hug.

Minutes later, the child fell asleep once more, exhausted due to her crying. Glorfindel gingerly placed her on the bed and gazed at Elrond's smirking face almost in fear… he was sure the following discussion wouldn't go on well for him.

"Well, my friend, it seems as if the little one took a liking to you."

"Hardly, my lord." Glorfindel said calmly "She simply needed some comfort and I was the closest to her. I am sure she would have done the same had you been next to her and not me."

Elrond smiled all knowingly.

"Perhaps, but it was you who was next to her and I am sure she would feel much more comfortable in your presence than mine. Do you not agree?"

Glorfindel glanced left and right trying to find a way to run away before things got out of hand. Surely the lord couldn't be suggesting what he thought he was.

"Maybe it would be best if you tended to the child… after all it was you who found her." Elrond ended.

"But…but my lord. Surely you must be jesting. I cannot tend to a child… especially an elleth. I have no idea how." Glorfindel was shocked senseless… it was a terrible idea. "Wouldn't she need a maternal figure in her life until we find her parents? I'm a warrior… what happens if the orcs attack our borders, what would I do with her then? And… and…" he was rambling and he knew it.

"Considering the fact that you thought of all these obstacles in a matter of minutes shows you would be good for the child. I am sure you can come up with suitable answers to your troubles. As for a maternal figure, as you so nicely put it, I am sure Arwen will take the young one under her wing as soon as the child recovers from her fright." Elrond looked at the other elf with a solemn look upon his face. "The child is scared; she does not trust anyone to talk to them and cannot remember her past. However she chose you to comfort her. I believe the Valar entrusted her to you with a reason, one that you must find."

"I understand." Glorfindel sighed and glanced at the child. "I shall take care of her until her parents are found. But, we cannot continue calling her the child or little one and she does not remember her own name…" Glorfindel trailer off under the bemused glanced of the other elven lord.

"And what do you suggest?"

"What if we were to give her a name until her memories return?" Even while sleeping the child had a troubled face. "She looked so sad, so full of sorrow." Glorfindel moved a strand of hair from the child's face and whispered "Sleep well, Naerdiel."[1]

He then stood up and left the room, closing the door gently.

[1] I found on a web site that Naerdiel means Lady of Sorrows, thus the correlation with Glorfindel's pondering.