Houses of Healing, Rivendell, Third Age 2462
Two years after the end of the Watchful Peace
Day ???, Evening
Himmaethel's hand twitched. Her fingers brushed against something soft as her mind was slowly pulled out of the realm of dreams, bringing her back into the material world of Middle-Earth. She did not know how much time had passed. She did not know where she was. All she knew was that she had slumbered deeply - and long that slumber had felt like, as the brightness of light pierced even through her eyelids.
