Disclaimer: I do not own the Silmarillion or the Children of Húrin.
A/N: Technically this may or may not be canonical.
In my dream I gaze out a window, onto a black and desolate land. Nothing is there, nothing good and wholesome. It makes my heart weep to see it. And as I gaze out, a woman calls me. I can never control my actions in this most peculiar dream. I always turn to see this woman, black hair, bright eyes, and fair as a queen.
" Come Niënor, daughter of Húrin, we must leave now. The path is clear; there shall be no other time after this."
Niënor. What does that word mean? Is it my name, or this strange girl whose body I inhabit in the night. I have asked Turambar what Niënor means, and always he falls silent. But I answer her: "Must we go now, dear mother? Is there no hope of Túrin coming home, will he not come and free us from these evil spirits?"
The woman looks sad, so sad and hopeless, and she shakes her head. She holds her hand out to me, and I always take it, and she leads me away. Then she whispers in my ear, "If you wish to see Túrin, Niënor, you must go to him. He cannot come here."
And then it shifts. The image distorts, and I am in a river. I am struggling, drowning, and a fell voice is on the wind, laughing. I cry out in vain and the laughter grows so loud and dark that I let myself drown under the raging rapids.
That is when I wake, with a cold shiver and a scream on my lips. And now I hold Turambar, my Turambar, closer than ever, and I shall never let him go.