"I wake up violently, feeling as the pain strikes my face and my stomach. I scream."
Dúveon passes out in the tent as he is being treated for his wounds.
A Dream, A Nightmare
I stand in Imladris surrounded by five ghostly figures I believe these are my kinsmen and we are about to depart.
"Are we all ready to depart? We have a long road ahead of us." one of them says as he holds his hand over the band that is keeping his quiver from falling from his back.
None of the others respond and it seems that they are all looking at me, but why? I try to respond but I am unable to make a noise, they keep looking at me but I am not sure what to do. Before I react one of the shades thrusts a dagger through my stomach and I fall to the ground face first.
As I wake up I hear someone say "Is it safe to camp out here? We are unaware of what lies up this hill." and without thought I volunteer to scout the road up the hill.
As I walk up the hill I see a ruin in the distance and as I approach it I hear a noise from behind me. I look back for a second before I feel this terrible feeling that I am falling.
I finally hit the ground but I am grabbed by a large shadow, the shadow is violent and screaming. As the shadow screams I feel the dagger into my stomach and the aching in my face.
I am put before a great fire but I can not move.
"Quickly, this way! He's here!" is what I hear when I wake up feeling the dagger being twisted in my stomach.
"Dúveon are you alright?" it is one of the shades that have come to rescue me.
I wake up in a tent and feel the hurt in my stomach "Was it real?" I think to myself as I touch my bruised face, "Was it all real?"
