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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.

Comments

[inafadingcrown]

Galadriel turns back and casts a final, sorrowful glance at the white shores behind them.

"Onwards. To Middle-Earth."

[heal_theworld]

"Onwards, then." She gives her a reassuring smile and links her arm with Galadriel's. "I always have missed travelling."

[inafadingcrown]

Galadriel smiles faintly and points toward the horizon. "It was there I witnessed the first rising of the sun. Such a sign of hope was welcomed after this crossing."

And why that was should become increasingly obvious. As they walk, they begin to pass bodies buried in the snow. Not victims of war, but rather of the elements. They are laid out as respectfully as possible, but not buried. Never buried. The ground is too frozen.