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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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Martel sees her, and knows exactly who it is. There's only one person with hair that color that she knows, like sunlight and moonlight. "Galadriel!" She quickly picks her way through the battlefield, scrambling over dead horses and dead men, calling out to her, wanting to get her to turn around.

Will immediately drops the sword. Such weapons were not meant for him. The weapon of an Old One was knowledge. Nothing more.

Finding himself in the middle of a battle, he holds himself in stillness for a moment as he casts out his thoughts in search of anything familiar.

This isn't an unfamiliar sight to Elrond, though it is one he wishes he wasn't this familiar with. Nevertheless it is a bit of a shock at first, it's been years since he saw such a sight, and each time it's never ended well. Why should it now?

So it's with far too much ease that he glances over the battlefield for a familiar face, and once he sees that familiar hair he moves towards it at a quick pace, eyes and ears sharp. One looking for a weapon to wield as even now he doubts he'll be free of a fight, that his station as a healer now will not save him from such a thing, the other for approaching steps or an arrow or a warcry far too close for comfort.

The metallic scent of blood shocks Celeborn as he wakens to find himself in the middle of a nightmarish dream. It's been so long since he last found himself amidst in battle, but the Elvenlord's warrior instincts haven't dulled. He immediately searches for a blade or spear, something to use as a weapon as the dying screams of others pierce his ears. While he's honestly confused and perhaps a little afraid; fear meant nothing to Celeborn once he saw a familiar streak of gold in the distance.

Instead, Celeborn quickly makes his way through the bloodshed with a sword at hand. "Galadriel!?" He calls to her in hopes that she could hear him.

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Katniss has no idea who the woman with golden hair is -- but she looks like she's in trouble. She tightened her grip on the sword - a weapon at last! -- and ran towards the fray.

She moved fast, that much could be said, and deadly. Months and years of training kicking in as she battled her way through the horde. She wished she had a bow ... but beggars could not be choosers.

He hadn't held a sword in some years, he preferred his dagger and a gun. Made him quick on his feet and also allowed him to take his opponent off guard.

However, using one was like riding a bicycle over again.

He caught the gold glimmer and he took two enemies-at least he hoped they were enemies-down before he reached her. "Galadriel!" Todd called

Okay...this was much different from Ino and Onceler's realms of isolation. He draws his own weapon, not with the intent of fighting but the intent of not getting stabbed. He's trying to make sense of all this when he sees that gold hair.

-- Wait, seriously? Was that who he thought it was?

...Guess she really did have a wild youth or something. But he definitely tries to seek her out. See if she can make sense of this.

[Or a sword in his mouth, at least. It's dropped immediately; the weapon was useless to Mufasa, and even worse than that, as it relinquished the use of his jaws, should he need them.

He's lucky, so far, that no one has turned their blade upon him, especially given just what he was. He weaves through the soldiers quickly, since staying in one place for too long definitely meant attracting attention. He's trying to get to higher ground, to gauge what was going on, but he notices that the next soldier he passes by has a distinctly familiar look to her, and stops in his place, looking back.]

Lady Galadriel!

Swords are hardly Shizuru's weapon of choice, and it shows through the poor grip she holds hers in. Until she can find something more suitable, though, any blade is better than none.

The sword somehow manages to help her cleave a path reaching close enough for a better view of the bright (Searrs-like, an opinion she can't settle on being positive or otherwise) presence that had stood out earlier.

"Miss Galadriel." Her expression is one schooled carefully, showing only the calm she wants to project. "You seem outnumbered."

Considering John doesn't know the first thing about large scale battles like this or fighting with a sword? Yeah, this is pretty alarming. If he hand a war hammer in hand that might be one thing, but this is just like flinging something sharp at people and hoping you caught them in a place where they weren't wearing armor or else you weren't doing much good at all.

When he sees Galadriel moving through the battle though, he doesn't have to think twice about it before he takes off after where he saw her. He doesn't recognize the angry faces around him, and in this kind of pandemonium a familiar face is exactly what he needs.

It's just hard trying to dodge around the clashing men to reach her.

Rosalie allows the sword to drop from her hands. She does not have a use for it. She breathes in, once, then at the scent of the blood -- the fresh blood -- ceases at once. She goes towards Galadriel; she was aware of something happening with all of these, and she liked her. She would help her in her dream -- nightmare -- if she could.

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