Geliriel had only been vaguely aware of her surroundings for a few days. She was in a large room, brightened by the morning sun. There was a fire burning in a fireplace not far from her bed. Confusion set in. 'Where am I?' was the first thought to enter her mind. She slowly sat up and looked around the room, going over every detail.

On each side of the bed were two large, but slender windows. They had the curtains open enough to let in light. Looking to her right there was a large chair and a table before it. The table bore only a single candle within a silver holder. Her gaze went left and found a large, wooden armoire. Beside that was a full-length mirror that had two end tables along each side, each table had three slim drawers. Her gaze went left again and she noticed a vanity table with another mirror. 'The lady of this house must be used to such comforts,' Geliriel thought. Atop the vanity was a basin with a pitcher inside it. 'Of course!' she thought again and smiled. 'This room is fit for a Lady or even a princess!' She chuckled to herself. Not far from the vanity was the door. It was open just a crack, but enough so that she could make out what looked to be another room. She would make time to investigate once she was out of bed.

Her examination of the room left her with only the fireplace and the bed she was in. It was also large, with white linen sheets and several blankets over all. 'The Lady must not want for comfort,' she thought. 'But why am I in her room and bed?' This question was enough to rouse her into movement, and she made the attempt to climb out of bed.

She wasn't aware of how long she had been a-bed. She put her feet on the small rug that was on the floor, and straightened up to stand. She found herself just a bit wobbly, but paid it no mind. It was when she took the first step toward the door that the room started spinning and she found herself on the floor. The door was pushed open and in rushed two sets of feet. Geliriel assumed that the owners of the feet had been in the adjoining room. She felt herself being lifted up into a sitting position.

She saw the woman first, busily checking the state of the room and preparing some sort of drink while admonishing her for attempting to walk. Looking around, her eyes met those of the man who was just about to pick her up off the floor and put her back into bed.

"Are you alright, my lady?" the man asked, looking concerned. He had long blond hair and grey-green eyes.

"I'm fine, really. The room decided to take a turn without me, I suppose." Geliriel joked. The fellow laughed and then picked her up.

"You mustn't try walking just yet, my lady," the woman said as she brought over a mug of whatever she had concocted. "You've been a-bed for nearly two weeks."

"Two weeks?! Have I been asleep all that time?"

"Off and on, ma'am. This is the first we've seen you more alert to your surroundings. My name is Glinneth and I'm your nurse and maidservant while you live here. Berior is the one carrying you," the woman nodded in his direction.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance. But tell me, why am I in this room? Does the lady of this house not wish to keep it herself?"

She noticed the look that passed between Glinneth and Berior. Both had fallen silent, and it seemed they didn't wish to speak of it. 'Perhaps the lady has gone to the Halls of Mandos,' Geliriel thought as Berior placed her in the bed. He tucked her in and Glinneth handed her the mug.

"Drink this, dear. It will help set you to rights." she smiled at Geliriel and went back to tidying up the room. Berior stood over her a moment before he also withdrew. Wondering at the sudden quiet and uneasiness, Geliriel drank down the contents of the mug. It was a sweet tasting drink and soon enough, Geliriel was feeling sleepy. She lay back on the pillows and closed her eyes. Thinking she was asleep, Glinneth spoke to Berior in a quiet voice.

"Does Lord Amrod wish her to know about her situation here?"

"He hasn't said as much, but I'm sure he'll tell her himself once he hears she's well enough."

"I hope for her sake he does," she heard Glinneth say as they passed through the door. "Her sake and the child's sake. She shouldn't be kept in the dark much longer." Geliriel heard no more as sleep finally overcame her mind. But she was left with confused dreams of dark rooms, falling into a great rush of water, and child's hand within hers.

Geliriel awoke to the sounds of Glinneth humming softly to herself while neatening up the room. She sat up in the bed and stretched, ready to ask the woman some questions, and was determined to get answers. She also resolved not to drink anything from Glinneth without first knowing what it was.

Before she could call out the maid's name, Glinneth had turned around to face her. She looked a bit surprised, but she recovered with a smile and curtsied.

"Good afternoon, my lady. I hope you slept well."

"I did indeed, Glinneth. I would think anyone would sleep well after the drink you give them." She gave the woman a sly look and grinned when she saw her blush.

"I was told to give you that, ma'am. I wouldn't have normally, but Lord Amrod wants you to get well. He seems to think sleep can cure anything." The last statement was said with a bit of a chuckle. Geliriel laughed a little too, and knew she had her opening to ask her first question.

"Who is Lord Amrod, Glinneth? I heard you speak of him yesterday, but couldn't ask."

"He is the Lord of this manor, ma'am."

"I assumed as much," she paused before asking another question, hoping to get more out of Glinneth.

"Glinneth, I asked yesterday but didn't get an answer from you or Berior. Why am I set up in this room? It must belong to Lord Amrod's wife, or sister, or mother. Do they not want to keep the room for themselves?"

Glinneth looked uncomfortable and began to fidget a little. 'Apparently, she is supposed to keep silent about it,' Geliriel thought. She watched a little while longer, hoping Glinneth would answer. When it seemed she wouldn't, Geliriel waved off the question and sighed.

"Never mind. If you are not permitted to speak of it, than I won't force you to. I am just confused, is all." She looked at Glinneth and watched she relaxed.

"Thank you, ma'am," she said. "I would tell you, if I could."

"I understand." An idea struck Geliriel then. 'If Glinneth can't tell me, then perhaps I should talk to this Lord Amrod. Surely he'll tell me what I want to know.' Leaning forward a little, she spoke to Glinneth again.

"Glinneth, I would like to speak to Lord Amrod. It seems I must get my answers from him. When will he be able to see me?"

"Nearest time I can think of is this evening. He'll probably come after dinner."

"Fine then," Geliriel said, quite pleased with the outcome. "I would ask you one more thing, Glinneth. Is it possible for you to help me get dressed in something presentable? I would not wish Lord Amrod to see me in this state."

"I can certainly help you, my lady! Let me call on Berior to help you out of that bed. You haven't been on your feet for quite sometime, and we wouldn't want you to fall again." Glinneth smiled, curtsied, and went out of the room to get Berior and a few other things that weren't in the room.