Dreams

I dream of pure white sunshine
I dream of crown-topped hills
I picture endless meadows
A land that bears no ill
But oh, alas it can't be real
Although it's true just how I feel

Imagine silver rivers
All topped with sparkling gems
And songbirds always singing
With folk all singing back at them
But oh, alas it can't be real
Yet still it's true just how I feel

Time. Such a curious thing. The order of one thing happening after another. Why was it suddenly so confused for her? Sickness seemed to play such curious games with her. She liked games. I wonder how I can win this one? The man had said that she would get better. He had given her smiles and comfort. His tenderness a stark contrast to the horrors she had been through. But who was he? She could barely remember. He became so confused with the other people that ran around her tormented head.

Sitting on her bedroll, Immalaine thought back on her day. A strange one it had been, she mused to herself, and one that would have ended badly for her if it had not been for her friend Rastellion happening along. 

((Faelalan dreaming about her first adventures in the world.))

It was a kiss that woke her.

It was not the kiss of a mother pressing her tender lips to the forehead of her child in silent prayer. It was not the ardent kiss of a lover waking his beloved. Nor was it a kiss shared between friends, meeting after a long time apart.

<A Dream, From When Faelalan Was Ill And Near Death.>

She was dreaming. She knew that much. She clearly remembered falling asleep in her bed with the covers tucked up around her chin. She had listened to the crackling of the banked fire. She remembered that she had slipped on some ice that day and fallen on a large branch; it had left a nasty bruise on her left leg. She remembered, even, that tomorrow would be Yuletide and she would have no one to celebrate it with.

Bree, it's so much different from home, this place I must admit frightens me. Some of it's people are cruel, they care not for what you used to be. You become no one just like every other sorry soul. Sometimes I feel lost, I am very grateful for the fact that I met Talvor though  he means the world to me, I never thought anyone would care for me after I lost waldon, I can't forget about Saeldith either she loved me as well, I am lucky to have a cousin such as her.

There he was... standing tall under the golden leaves, his shadowy hair draping over his shoulders. 

There was a song of water and the elf stood still. From between the leaves in the sky, the Rammirath was shining and shedding its light on the elf's dark hair, breathing a luminious hue. 

I have seen them.....Only once though..
They were riding through the lands South-Eregion close to the border to Dunland, wearing green armour and holding green banners with symbols and elements of horses.
They rushed past us in the woods, with long goldenhair and grave expressions...Men and women side by side..
My father called them Rohirrims - horselords of the lands of Rohan, scouting lands at their borders. They are known to be fierce and wild, and wellknown for their horses.