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Who: Galadriel and you
What: Nightmares
When: Now
Where: Galadriel's mind
Rating: PG-13. Battle scenes, mostly

Galadriel’s nightmare begins in a cacophony of sights and sounds, intermingling and fading into one another. The sounds of battle assault your ears: steel hitting steel, the snap of bowstrings, the screaming of dying of men. The smell of blood is in the air and you can feel the overwhelming heat of a blazing fire against your face.

As you stand observing, things begin to settle and you find yourself in the midst of a battle along a seaside, a sword in your hand. The landscape might have been beautiful- stunningly so, were it not for the bodies already littering the beach and the clashing of swords still surrounding you. If you have keen eyes, you might spot some familiar golden hair amid the chaos.

Do you seek her out? Do you flee towards the boats landed on the beach? Whatever choice you make, you should make it quickly; the Fëanorians won’t leave you alone forever.

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He needn't worry about personal retaliation, no, but that remark would not have been well received from anyone.

"Flee, if you will. I will not leave my mother's people undefended!"

That's to be expected, he would be the same if it were him. But still.

"This is in the past, you leave no one behind you if you leave now." His voice is firm, and he draws himself up taller, straighter to look her in the eye.

This is in the past. The words are more effective than almost anything else he could have said. It's as if a fog is lifted from her mind and she looks at him anew.

"Lord Elrond."

It's not as much of a surprise as one may think, it's almost something he's told himself at times like this. When dreams get far to close to memory and reality. So he nods at that, thankful at least for the moment.

"Lady Galadriel. Where do we head for?" Because standing here won't help them at all, will it?

"Inland." The answer was instant. "We make for my father's court."

It was the obvious answer, or it would have been, had the dream not begun to fade and shift around them. The battlefield disappears and what emerges in its place is nothing short of a wall of flame surrounding them.