It was surprisingly cold in Sponsondria, the tiny Elvin town of the marsh. Juleighatak, the blind prophetess of the elves was trying to sleep through it. That's when she remembered she was actually not at home in Sponsondria after all. It was the second day of her four day journey to Gondor. The bump of the carriage beneath her was what reminded her. I stayed in the sleeping section all day until a sudden jolt surprised her. She sat up, feeling something was wrong. An instant later the air was full of screams and the carriage flipped over. Juleighatak felt herself tumble upside down and hit the ceiling. It was surprisingly quiet all around and she made her way cautiously out of the area she was in. Feeling her way along the ceiling. She managed to get out of the carriage.
"Calispo?" she asked, "Duraigin?"
There was no answer. She sensed the area around her and smelled death. There was elf death – Calispo and Duraigin as well as animal death. Probably a deer, they must have crashed into it. There was no time to grieve, however, as the sound of hooves pounding the earth soon filled the air. I listened carefully, hearing maybe six or more horses. She stood by the carriage, hoping not to get trampled.
"Riders!" she called, trying to get their attention as they approached. The sound of hooves subsided slowly.
"Who is this beautiful woman?" she heard voices say, though she could sense no other women present.
"Spake, beautiful fiend." A voice demanded.
"Speak you to me?" I asked.
"Yes, blind damsel."
"Why talketh we like this?" another voice asked.
"I've just been in a horrible accident," she said, "please, help me."
"Can we trust you?"
"Yes, I am the blind prophetess of the marshes, I can see many things."
"Tell me, charming maiden, what can you see for me?" The voice came closer as the man rode forward.
"I can see wedding bells, happy families and a blind bride."
"But how is this? Tell me, prophetess, are these visions certain
to happen?"
"Quite certainly." I replied, sensing his great
beauty through the blindfold over my eyes.
"Then," he said, taking me by the hand, "my name is Eomer."
"I am Juleigatak," I said in a faint voice.
"Then, Juleighatak, we shall be wed by tomorrow evening!" he exclaimed.
She swooned.
Author's note: she didn't actually have that vision.
