Nestadon

I slowly awake. I saw a blur of stars and golden leaves. I was high among the trees, on one of these platforms the Galadhrim call telains. I lied on a bed, in a somewhat transparent pavilion. It was night. It was only after some time that I realized what transpired the previous days and that I understood why I was here. The bed felt soft, and the pillowcases was one of these filled with feathers. Next to me was a little nightstand. Upon it stood a candle and a strange kind of bread, wrapped in leaves yet untouched.