It is Only a Dream...

It is only a dream. I understand that. It is not what I would have chosen.

I know in reality Parnard lies several foot away, bound and gagged. He is bruised and beaten for his continuous efforts at escape. But his spirit is far from broken.

I trust more to the quarrelsome nature of Men, and to the elven artifacts some of them have stolen to see matters return to normality. I trust Estarfin will find us. I am not badly harmed. But I am not free. For now both Parnard and I are bound to what others would inflict upon us.

So in dream I see us in Imladris, standing nigh the Last Homely House. (Not Numenstaya, I am not quite ready for those memories.)

A quiet, autumnal day in the Hidden Vale is where I stand to refresh myself. Oh, if we could but fly, take wing like the eagles and soar to a  place of our people. I can still do that in memory, in mind. And so I draw strength, until we are truly free again.