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[inafadingcrown]

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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[circleoflife]

[He nods, carefully looking about. Perhaps nobody wanted to engage a lion; perhaps they were too caught up trying to kill each other. Either way, it's a blessing they hadn't been confronted yet.]

Lead the way.

[inafadingcrown]

[He hadn't been confronted yet, anyway. Judging by the state of her clothes and her sword, Galadriel had not been idle before his arrival. And she's not now, fighting her way through the field. It's amazing how she manages to be graceful, even when violent: like a carefully choreographed dance, beautiful and dreadful.]

[circleoflife]

[And Mufasa's close behind her, so no one can get a sneak attack. If anyone gets too close, he snarls and swipes at them.]