Title: A Dream of the Mind
Characters: Morwen, mentions of Húrin and Túrin.
Prompt: 027. I must confess, that my loneliness is killing me now; don't you know I still believe, that you will be here
Summary: Morwen lies awake in the night.
Author's Notes: Inspired by a quote from Macbeth: '…Or art thou but a dagger of the mind, a false creation, proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?'.
'(Morwen's) heart still cheated her with hope unadmitted; her inmost thought foreboded that Húrin was not dead, and she listened for his footfall in the sleepless watches of the night, or would wake thinking that she had heard in the courtyard the neigh of Arroch his horse.'
– Unfinished Tales
I wish I could dream of Húrin. Throughout my life I have dreamed seldom, and rarely remember my dreams with any clarity, but now I wish I could recall them. I wish that I could dream of his return to this land, that he could come and drive away the darkness. In my dreams, my son could return. In my dreams, he might never have needed to leave. Should I dream thus, I might wake in the morning with hope for the future. To find that I had only dreamed would be disparaging, but I could bear the pain. I would rather this than what I do now, lying awake long into the night, trying to turn dreams into reality.