Eruaphadriel the 3rd child of lord Elrond and Celebrían has had a boring 2,727 exitance in middle earth but now she and her best friend, Manwathiel, seek adventure, so when 13 dwarves, a hobbit and a wizard show up in Rivendell they decide to sneak...
I'm walking through a burning town on a lake some where. All you can see is people fleeing in boats and a shadow flying over head. I look up at the thing making the shadow. It's a dragon. I start to run as fasts as I can but end up tripping on something. I look down to see rubble. The setting has changed to a rubbled city with men and orcs running around. It's confusing I have no idea what is going on. It looks like a battle but the men are losing badly. Then a couple of elves run through wearing silver armor. Why would elves be in a human village? I run after them but the same thing happens. The scene fades away and is replaced by a old watch tower ruin. Thorin, Dwalin, Manwathiel and Bilbo are in front watching something in the distance which is foggy for me to see what it is. They all of a sudden tense up, Thorin steps forward with distraught written on his face. Manwathiel falls to the floor crying, she won't move no matter what they or I do. All of a sudden an Orc comes out of nowhere and raises his axe to swing down on her. She is too busy grieving to notice or care as the axe comes down. I run and jump on the Orc .........
End of dream.
I shot up right in my bed. Tears falling down my face. I fiddle with my necklace. (An: it's the picture at the top) It's suppose to stop these dreams but some are stronger than the amulet. I best go for a walk now. I get up and slip on my cloak.
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(Her cloak) I walk round the gardens and finally sit down near the fountain. I watch the stars and crescent moon. I wish Nana was here. She would usually sing me to sleep.
"Deep in the meadow, under a willow tree A bed of grass, a soft green pillow Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes And when again they open, the sun will rise."
I sing hoping it will help but I doesn't. I just sit and cry for my dream to not come true. "Prestad? Iellig" (Is there trouble? My daughter) Ada asks coming out of the shadow. He looks considered about me as I sit and cry. "Fael a oltha" (Just a dream) I say. He looks even more considered now and comes closer to me. "Os?" (About) he asks, now sitting beside me pulling me in to a hug with my head buried in his chest sobbing in to it. I explain the dream or as much as I can remember through my sobs. He sits and thinks about it. He then gets up and offers me his hand. We walk arm in arm around the gardens. Ada still hasn't said a word. We end up back at my room, he lead me in and tucks me in to bed like an elfling. "Losta mae, iellig" (sleep well, my daughter) Ada says as he smoothes my hair down and gets up to leave. "Ada, would you stay please" I whisper like a child. "Of course" he sits in the rocking chair by my bed as I snuggle down in to bed. I close my eyes and Ada hums a son. Soon I'm asleep.
