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Disclaimer: I don't own the Lord of The Rings, nor any of its characters. I only own the main character of this fanfiction; Freja Ekecrantz

'The Dreams'

The dreams must have begun two or three years ago. They started as small whispers, then the whispers grew to a voice, and sometimes it would sing. I couldn't understand what it was saying at all, the language wasn't of this world, but I understood the feeling the voice transmitted. Sometimes I would wake up crying for no reason, and at other times I would wake up feeling so damn happy, only to realize I had nothing special to be that happy about.

My dreams became clearer and clearer. The voice belonged to a man. He was tall, had long blond hair and clear blue eyes. I had the feeling that I had seen him before somewhere, but I couldn't seem to put my finger on where. You know that feeling you get when you recognize someone, but can't remember where or when you've seen him? That's the feeling I had every morning for at least a year...

Half a year ago I told my mother about it, but she just smiled to me and said something about me being too old to believe in dreams and superstitions. Alright, I might be fifteen, but these dreams creep me out. They're not unpleasant, quite the opposite actually, but dreaming about the same person every night for two or three years just isn't normal. And I've been quite normal all my life, at least in public. My looks are average; blond, long hair and some kind of blue-grayish eyes, about 5.3 feet tall and I'm not fat but not skinny either. I have a small group of close friends whom I usually stick close to, and if I'm not with my friends then I usually keep to myself. I'm not a very outgoing person.

One of the few things I can actually say I excel in, is school. My grades are top-notch and I intend to keep them that way.

Some years ago my brother introduced me to anime and manga, which I immediately took a liking to. Since then I've read manga almost every day, I've even sacrificed hours of sleep just to read it, and I'm a teenager who likes to sleep at least ten hours at night...

I know, I was talking about me being quite normal and all, but as I also stated, that's mostly in public. I don't really care if people find me strange, and I don't really hide the fact that I can be strange, with the manga and all, it's just that usually people don't find out that I have my strange sides as well. It's not like everyone who reads manga acts and dresses like a manga character (although I do on occasion), I just dress the way I like to. A lot of the time I don't even bother choosing my clothes like I know a lot other girls my age does, I just pick some clothes from my wardrobe and put them on. If it looks too horrible I change, but it's usually fine. I'm not that picky. I also have a few more emo and gothic looking clothes in my wardrobe, 'cause I kind of like such clothes, but they are also usually too expensive for me and my wallet, so I don't own a lot.

Enough with this babble about me! I can seriously talk about myself forever (which is not a good sign), but that's not what I wanted to talk about. I wanted to tell you about my dreams.

As of late, my dreams seem so real I wouldn't know what's a dream and what's reality if it wasn't for the man with the blue eyes, and the fact that I wake up every time I feel pain.

This night I dreamed about the man and his white horse. They didn't seem like they were going anywhere in particular, they rode this way and that, on small plains and through forests, and once they stopped by a small stream to catch their breath and drink some water. Then they rode on, refreshed by the water. They kept on riding for a while, until they realized that it was time to turn back if they wanted to be home by nightfall. Although I didn't know where 'home' was, I agreed as if I did, and that was when I woke up, once again annoyed by the feeling that I knew who that man was, but couldn't put my finger on it.

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Today was the first day of summer holiday. I begun my day with actually choosing my clothes, and the result became a rather short white dress with a black patterns. It was a really simple design, it was just like a longer tube top with two thin shoulder-straps and two small pockets. It's a really comfy dress in the summers since it's short and cool.

I had intended to stay inside today, just taking it easy and maybe watch a movie or two, but the weather was too nice for that to be allowed. The sun was shining on a really blue sky, with no clouds in sight and it was almost calm, there was just enough wind to make you feel warm, but not overheated with the sun's warmth.

I decided to take a walk in the forest close to our house. It's a really beautiful forest, with a big lake in the middle. There's a path going around the lake, and it divides into different smaller paths leading this way and that.

Close to the lake there's a small meadow where you can see a lot of dragonflies and butterflies. I laid down on the grass, in the middle of the meadow, and stared up at the sky. After a while I fell asleep, and that was the first time in three years I didn't dream at all.